I usually know what to wear
I love envisioning what to do with my hair.
But when I wake up..
I look in the mirror and stare.
It all starts over.
I don’t like how I look,
my clothes are too tight.
I'm suffocating in shirts,
that just don’t fit right.
I hate getting ready.
I’ll start doing my hair.
My breathing is getting heavy,
I start blaming the chair.
I think; ‘Why didn’t I just do curls?”
I fall back into bed and say,
“Why did God make me a girl?”
--Abbie F., Adult