My eyes search around as I enter the room. His eyes wonder, I’m not cookie cutter, so I am doomed. No model here, I must fear, sequestered to a life of drear. When it is that he happens to draw near, he says I’m beautiful and his intent isn’t perfectly clear. The voices easily began to seep in, speaking words that I easily comprehend. Father: fat...ugly... Mother: they lie...they lie...they all lie. Suddenly my shields raise quicker than Picard could ever command Worf. I feel myself grow small. Inside I am a dwarf. Doubt settles in, mistrust, confusion, and fear permeate my skin. I hear that paranoia is the rage, at least it was counted a dozen times on my page. A boy said hi to me the other day, gave me a smile, and looked me over before walking away. Does he want to fuck me? The voices filtered in, crisp as fresh linen from the package. Father: whore... Mother: they all do...they all do...A few weeks ago, a man told me he thought endlessly about me, of course after I said something lewd. I couldn’t help to doubt his admiration and it left me feeling great pain and frustration. My God, I can’t believe I cried, after all, it was my father who always lied.

This is me, your friend,

Dearly Confused