Little Girl
The walls glistened as they always do. The house, staged to perfection. Everything in fact was perfection, but me. Staring in the mirror, I can see everything that is wrong with me. The girls on TV have hair that is perfectly curled, each to the perfect size. My curls are different lengths, sizes, and are strewn out about my head like a mop. Hair seems like an easy enough fix but not for me. Mother has tried and tried to manipulate my hair but nothing works. One day however I got a present, a brand new curled wig. Every morning I wake up, brush my teeth, brush my hair, look at my imperfections and fix them. Last Christmas I got diet pills! They haven't worked so far but I continuously shove them down my throat. One day I'll be skinny, one day. Mother taught me how to paint my face, there are a lot of weird words and it takes a long time but beauty is pain.
Little Boy always makes me feel bad. When I'm not Done he says I'm fat and ugly. I can't cry in front of Little Boy, you never cry in front of men. Father tells Mother that as well. Maybe Mother cries in the bathroom too. Little Boy does a lot of things Father does. He saw Father kiss Woman once, so Little Boy kissed me. I didn't want to kiss Little Boy, he's my brother, I didn't think you kissed your brother but Little Boy said you do. Little Boy says I am supposed to do a lot of things, some of them hurt me, but Father and Mother do them so we do also.
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Imperfect
FanfictionA story loosely following the Crybaby album by Melanie Martinez with a few nods towards K-12. Written by me, other than right s to Melanie Martinez, all are reserved TWs: Self harm Murder Knives ED nods to SA
