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I sigh
as my body fails to fill
yet another dress.
it's an a-line
and theoretically
it should look great on me,
according to my mom.
I look in the mirror
taking in my image reluctantly
of a sophomore
who's curves failed to fill out the bodice
of a dress that's supposed to be skintight.
instead it hangs shapeless
and falls, crumpled, to the floor.
though we weren't alike enough to fit,
our shapes understand the same shame
and I sigh
again
breath heavy with resignation.
