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The women who wasn't who she wanted to beShe looked in the mirror
She shook her head and went on
with her every day routine
that she does when she stands in front
of the mirror
She frowned and said
" I am a person who I don't want to be,
And I know what to do to make myself
like myself" with those words she took out her Supplies
She curled her hair
Powdered her self
Applied color to her checks
Spread golden shimmer on her eye lids
Lined Her eyes
Filled her brows
Lengthened and thicken her lashes
Swept red across her lips and smiled
"Finally I'm complete, it took some time, but
now I am a person I can be proud of."
With those words she put on her coat wrapped her scarf
And left out the door thinking
I might have a mask on but it's a mask of beauty
and that's all i want... is to be beautiful
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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