TheJader

I'm okay with being     unimpressive     she thought gripping the folds of too-big sweater,     hanging,     like an extra skin to compensate for her own, pulled tight over a collection     of jagged   and angular features. I'm okay with being     unimpressive     she said while yet imagining her hip bones,     jutting,     to be hips knowing that she would never achieve the hourglass femininity     that she   always read about. I'm okay with being     unimpressive     she lied.