The rug is soaked beneath my feet.
My hair is almost dry.
I look at the girl in front of me.
I pinch and poke at my skin.
Imagining the things I want to change.
I constantly make lists.
Don't eat this.
Walk 12 miles a day.
Shave your entire body.
Grow your hair out.
In the back of my mind,
"Maybe you'll be pretty then."
