Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song.
You can’t believe it.
You were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can’t remember.
You try to feel the beat.
i’ve spent today trying to figure out how to have better hair than all the boys i know, it’ll happen