RyverMaiden

Standing in the shower, hands on the wall, hair remover cream on my arms and legs, conditioning treatment in my hair. Trying hard not to touch anything. I feal like I've been standing here forever. Its uncomfortable. The things we do for beauty. My hands though... Im staring at my hands. The world around me is ripping off there body hair, plastering their scalps with bleach and amonia. Squezing themselves into cloths that dont fit and starving themselves slowly, to death... but my hands... My hands are so young. When the entire population is trying so hard to grow up, to be responcible, to make something of themselves according to everyone