There once was a
young girl with green eyes
who wore her soft blond hair
in braided pigtails.
At the age of seven,
she watched her older sister
stand in frnt of the mirror before school
and pinch her stomach with a disgusted face.
Neither of them ate breakfast that morning.
At the age of nine,
she watched as her older brother
made fun of girl with glasses
for reading on the bus.
She went home and hid all her books
in the attic.
At the age of twelve,
she watched the older girls at school
with straight hair and short skirts
put makeup on in the bathroom
and discuss how boys would only like you
if you looked perfect, like them.
The next day she arrived with red lips,
short shorts, and no braided pigatails.
At the age of fourteen,
she watched her father hit her mother for the first time.
Her mother cried when she saw her standing in the doorway
and told her daddy didn't mean it.
The next year she told herself that
her boyfriend didn't mean it, either.
At the age of sixteen,
she was paper thin and empty
with straight blond hair, red lips,
purple flesh lifeless green eyes.
While staring at her reflection
in the bathroom mirror
she thought to herself,
"at least i'm
normal"