Perfect Fit
Her words never quite fit right. Sometimes they hang loose and gray over her, hiding thevibrant curves of her personality under a gray blanket of apathy.
Other times, they stretch tight across the bulges and mountains, her tone jutting sharplypast the boundaries of her phrases.
Some days she tries on a persona too big for her to fill. Her pointiest shapes only justvisible beneath the oversized costumes.
Many days she tries to pretend she has no personality, but the minuscule garments onlyexpose her curves and angles, pushing them out further.
Once in awhile, she might don something that almost fits her, hugging her in a few ofthe right places, but never a perfect fit.
The only garment she won’t try on is her own.
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