Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Right now: there’s a hole in the floor and we can see the class below us so we tied a cheeto to a piece of yarn and we’re trying to communicate with this girl but so far she hasn’t noticed
what the fuck kind of broke ass school do you go to