cinderella girl
it’s
not just a shoe you have to fit
one
quick cut at the heel or toe
no,
it’s all of you
a whole
damn body of too big,
of
nothing right, of second place
you cut
a thick slab from each side
but it
only makes your hips look too wide
but
heels are not made of fat—
you’ve
cut through bone before
stop
eating—you’ll get dizzy and hear
those
singing birds
be
beautiful as you faint at his feet
cindy,
sweetie, you don’t need
to be
this way
your
stepmother loves you
she
never meant to be mean
when
she called it a mistake
falling
for that boy
who
remembered your dress size
but
forgot your face
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