When I was 4,
My mommy gave me a porcelain dolly,
With pale, emotionless, rosy cheeks and skinny legs,
She told me that I was as beautiful as my dolly,
But her face didn't make me believe it.
When I was 7,
I wanted to be more like my dolly,
So I tried to stop smiling,
But it was really hard.
When I was 10,
My mother called me fat,
So I rushed to my room crying,
And my dolly fell and broke her left arm,
I glued the parts back together but there were still cracks,
So I got the marker and drew lines on my wrists too.
When I was 13,
I spent a lot of time in my room,
Figuring out how to become a dolly,
Even though I hated her for being more beautiful than me.
When I was 16,
I stopped eating,
Because that's what my dolly did.
Now,
The lines on my wrists have become cracks,
My face is tired but yet pale,
I'm not smiling and I'm barely eating.
Look mommy,
I now look like my dolly.

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