her face is full of acne,
her are arms unwaxed.
cellulite and stretch marks
stain her body, like
an ugly spot of black paint
on an unblemished canvas.
she didn’t realise when
looking like a fragile hourglass
became the truth.
i’m trying to fit in.
no comfort,
how does she stand
tall?
more laughter.
like their bodies,
their minds are also thin.
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