This was originally a poem I wrote last year in the depths of my dysphoria, about the guilty feeling of “killing” your younger self. Of the future people put on you, what they wanted for you but not one that you ended up living. To lay to rest the little girl in me and fight with that expectation of future beauty.
I want to give thanks to anyone who helped me with this, including but not limited to Sirslash47 ,
AmbroseArietes and
Piano_WL for early crit and kind words. Thank you all for being patient with my first submission. :3
-TEETH