Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Help a cute boy is talking to me and being nice, and instigating conversations and is insisting on buying me a Christmas present. What do I do this territory is so uncharted it’s ridiculous. Could be a trap