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sunlatte16 and tired
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a personal poem on body image and not feeling "feminine enough"


by sunlatte

my hair is a garden of every glance every stare every word said it grew only weeds femininity a fertilizer for bushes of thorns

it coaxed young hands to pick up scissors their arms a jungle of shame to snip it all away

"one day you'll be old enough to be rid of it" maybe i never wanted to be a gardener

my arms my legs my stomach my back my upper lip the space under my arms and sides of my face and back of my neck and between my brows are not for you

your image of a girl that clean pure fiction a mask we must wear but can never exist

this garden this body is mine and i will use femininity to love it to make it bloom

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