A poem on the day my sister and I were forced to grow up.
Inspired by D.H. Lawrence's poem 'Self-Pity', which was published in an early imagist anthology edited by Ezra Pound in 1914.
'I am a paradox, a double-edged sword – I can either be the reason for your decency, or the reason you are slut-shamed.'
A poem on beauty standards set by society and the war many of us are forced to fight with ourselves on a daily basis.
On growing up afraid of physical attraction and my own queerness.
Instead of growing up with the confidence that boys do, young girls grow up with a lot of self-doubt and incertitude.