Sometimes I wonder if the sun envies me—how it spills gold across my skin, only to find I’ve already been gilded by stares. Every smile is a performance, every step a measured melody for an audience I never chose. They see the lily in my throat but not the thorns tangled in my ribcage; they praise the symmetry of my spine without knowing it’s bowed under the weight of being looked at.
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