Personal Narrative: My Body

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My body has always been a cage that I've tried to break. Since I was exceptionally young, I remember being obsessed with a reflection that did not truthfully display what others perceived. It's an empty feeling, not being in coordination with the shell that houses you. I was constantly in a scarring, tumultuous war with a fleshy prison that kept my heart beating; I didn't care. The constant snickering of children my age compelled me to resent my prepubescent figure, one that lacked the concave curves the other girls had. The bones I longed for seemed to never appear, despite my most extreme efforts. A rumbling tummy that sent angry earthquakes through my body, a lightweight brain that had uncoiled itself, and a hollow pair of eyes that begged