Growing (Th)in
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1 min readJan 21, 2019
When I just a young child,
Who told me pretty was:
Stomach flat as a board
Cheekbones sharp as razors
Collarbones that cup water
Thighs with the gap of a canyon
Ribs like the strings of a harp
Spine dotted like staccato
Skin stretched over skeleton
I did not know to become a woman,
Was not to grow, but to shrink?
Who made me believe
The most beautiful part of me
Would be negative space?