My feet were bleeding
as i walked on the eggshells they set before me
their eyes measured every inch of my skin
taking in the space between my thighs
or lack of space
the size of my breasts
the expanse between my neck and my chest
and then they reshape
my lips were filled with air to seem plump
my chest filled with plastic
my nose leveled with a knife
my collarbones pushed out
past my flesh
and suddenly
i've become
another one of the dolls i used to play with
being dressed up
i am molded like clay
trimmed like a bush
as if they forgot i was human
not a hedge
