break your glass slippers

my value doesn’t go down when my weight goes up.

you are limitless.

you can have the lipstick.

you can have the sword.

sometimes her mind goes to the darkest of places—that place where she wonders if any of them would notice if she disappeared altogether one night.

inside the cramped fitting room, she slips into dress after dress as if she’s trying to slip into someone else’s life.

—much to her dismay, her reflection stays the same.

it has

never been

within

your duty

to be

pretty.

when he comes back, he comes back missing her body, but not her—never her.

he always keeps her waiting, & she pretends she doesn’t mind at all, but deep down, she does.

when he calls her by the wrong name,
she pretends she doesn’t notice.

leaving him
then never finding love again.

“he’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
— her, protecting him again.