Plaster that face, put on the fake tan.
You’re nearly ready for a man.
Lashes, extensions contouring too.
I may look fierce, but I cannot move.
Everyone is looking, this is going right.
But the only thing I can think of is that my dress is too tight.
Pretending to have fun, while making sure everything stays right.
Suck it in stick it out, don’t you dare let anything flop out.
Now! Don’t you feel like you’re ready for a man?
How can I agree with this when I know it isn’t you?
We miss you.
We are not here to attack.
For you this one thing at least must be true.
That you are happy with the person in the photo that you just took looking back at you.