Not A Swan Comments

Never your ideal girl, no matter how much I try that bar is far too high; the number on that scale is far too large in your eyes. So change me, maybe then happiness will occur. So cut me make me fit, I must fit into your little box I must become your ideal. What’s so wrong with how I am? Why must I change?

When will you be pleased? When I’m nothing but a shell? Use me; make me crawl until you realize I’m left as nothing at all. Does it matter that I’m happy? Does it matter that I like who I am? I will never be your dress size I will never be your ideal. I don’t want to be the girl who conformed; I don’t want to be her.
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