she pulled the second skin over my hair,
static causing it to frizz up.
i pulled and tugged and shouted,
but her arms were stronger than mine.
a second layer of fleece
over my legs and my prepubescent body
eventually, the layers morphed into my skin
till i’m indistinguishable from the thermal shirt and tights that she bought for me.
nude colored but
everyone can still see them.
my pink princess dress doesn’t hide anything.
every year, i look the same as the one before
she tries to keep me the same
stop growing,
stop changing
stop outgrowing your turtleneck and fleece tights.
Diary To Cloud 
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