Beneath the surface of skin
That she finds scarred and neglected,
Saggy in all the wrong places,
And overall in the deepest disrepair

Is a woman who has been defeated into conformation her whole life.
Conditioned to believe that her best is not good enough.

That she will never be good enough.

It is obvious she has not slept in some time
When she blankly stares at me with dark eyes
And even darker circles surrounding them
~if that is even possible~

Because while the bags under her eyes are unsightly,
They indicate how much she's been able to accomplish in recent weeks
~without the need for sleep~

But she knows she must catch up on rest soon

Before the walls start calling out to her
~They are enclosing and widening, all at once~
And she learns how many tiles make up her...