for five years, maybe more,
i hated my face.
it had something to do with
my weak jaw, glasses that
didn't fit my face, a pointy
chin that i have never seen
on anyone else.
lately i've started liking it.
i had clear skin, i found my
angle, i got my braces off,
frames that suit my face.
i fill in my brows and use
concealer for pesky spots.
i like my face.
for five years i've had the
same group of friends.
they all know i hate taking
pictures.
they respected that.
now i've transferred schools,
i have new friends who take
pictures of me and do face swaps
without me knowing and
i don't like my face any more.
bad angles, double chin, sending them to a group chat where i'm misgendered and get made fun of because i push for my pronouns to be respected, and then at school when i spit out biromantic-asexual-agender like it's one word and the girl who asks says she can only remember one, maybe two.
i want to like my face.
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alimento mori
De Todon. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die. write it down before it's gone and let everyone see it because you exist, you exist, that sylvia plath quote running through your head, tattoo it on your veins, remind yourself you are here...
