She bleached her hair once.

I told her not to, but she did it anyway and it was stiff as straw for months.

now it moves like water again.

even she struggled for peacetime in a war against her body,

a body that fit into no pre cut mould

Now she wears it’s unphotoshopped curves

like armour specially fitted to her.

She lays it down for the least injustice,

though she knows her chest plate to be easily pierced.