My Body is for Everyone but Me
Sit up straight.
Wear something pretty.
Don't be such a tomboy.
Act like a lady.
Act.
It has always been an act.
The dresses, the bows, the Barbies, that's just not me.
That's what they want me to be.
Nevermore will I succumb to their ideal version of me.
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