“I have been blessed with an imperfect body. When they touch me, its because they love me”

She walked through the corridors of her naked school, lacking in all that mattered, once more the victim of a locker joke, she decided against going to class, sat in the toilets instead. Piece of paper on her lap, tip of her pen in her mouth, waiting to be put to paper, legs pushed against the door so that no one would notice her.

Staring at the ceiling where students had thrown drenched balls of toilet paper to the wall so that they dried and stuck there, on the walls next to her she read the writings of her fellow students. Words that she couldn’t begin to understand. She took her pen out of her mouth and pressed it hard against the paper, writing a few words and then running a line through it, nothing she had to say was good enough, nothing emphasised just what she was thinking.

She heard footsteps on the dirty plastic floor, “is anyone in here?” she followed the sounds of his feet as they got closer and his hands as they pushed every toilet door in effort to ensure that everyone was in class. He got to hers, she lowered her feet.
“whose in there?”
“I’m um… I’m in the loo”
“ok well be quick and go to class”
“I.. I’ve got my period, I’m probably going to be a while”
She heard his long sigh, “I’ll be back in ten minutes”

The footsteps grew quieter… she was alone again, she unlocked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Trying to figure out where she gone wrong, she smiled a wild smile, showing no teeth, just thin lips and bulging cheeks. Put her left hand behind her back and reached up her top, sliding down the razor and moving it towards the skin.

She turned on the tap, washed it rid of all the stray hairs… looked in the mirror, kept her focus on her eyes, looked right through herself. Raised the razor to her face, and cut.

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