As a Child, she was taught that the importance of existence, is beauty.
The appearance of having the shape of an hourglass, or being the most ladylike to appease a man's eyes.
As a Child, she was taught that it was always important to have something to bring to the table.
Whether it was being smart, or having the perks of a housewife, or better yet—talented.
Since she didn't have these traits all in one, she was told she'd be nothing to anyone.
And although her body was her own temple, she had long ago stopped caring for it, letting words of hate and neglect tear at it's walls. Instead she was sitting still, allowing her parents to break and bend wherever they wanted them to, hoping to make her something great, perhaps someone worth looking at.
She entitled herself as unseen in this world of boys, a part of her pleading to be known.
She yearned for their hands to hold hers, lips to peck the top of her head, and words filled with true love.
Just like in the princess movies she sorely adores.
As she got older— but still filled with youth.
Her eyes had seen a different world of intimacy, women praised by hollering men, and seeing how impossible it was to ignore.
A part of her had slept that day, she no longer wanted to be the little mermaid, but instead have the same image as those women.
As soon as she placed her body on display, she fell in love with such attention.
She did whatever she could to keep a boy's eyes on her, even if it meant a little uncomfortableness in return, it was all she felt worthy for.
Too young to realize the dangers of doing so.
Yet far too old to get as much love and attention from her parents.
Her hands were put in places they shouldn't be.
Her eyes had seen things they should've have seen.
Too young to know that such things were wrong.
Yet too naive to realize the red flags, falling for the sugarcoated words that lured her into doors that was never meant to be opened.
