is it?or isn't it?it is isn't it

Put on my make up,best red dress.
Walk down the street ,strut to impress.
My bright red shoes have such high heels,
I really must eat smaller meals.
At six foot three,I look quite tall,
Check my reflection,like it all.
My long blonde hair blows in the breeze,
The dress blows up and shows my knees.
No one would guess that I was forty!
Those fishnet stockings look quite naughty.
The change to female was a wrench,
From my drunk state on that park bench