"maybe if you'd stop eating so much you could fit into a normal sized shirt."
her whip was always sharp
to the point.
not fraying for a moment;
not giving in for even a second
to realize my eyes were
starting to water.
"if only your hair wasn't such an ugly blonde, you might look good in that color. maybe when you're older we can bleach it to a prettier shade."
and then there was me. no ring. no spotlight.
I was the elephant in the back, cowarding in its cage
