On the broken state of body and mind. So many girls I know hate themselves needlessly. Society tells them they are misshapen, miserable hunks of meat, only suitable for pleasure or, if not that, nothing. They feel the imperfections in their bodies show like cracks; like they are unfinished, unpolished. Fingers that attempt to cover imperfections break and crumble; shields are useless.She is unable to stand against the burdens of society and image, both have twisted her legs beyond use. There is a hint of what may have been wings, but they too have been stumped. Even her throat is too torn and disfigured to let her scream. every mark, every scar, every unsmoothed surface, another symbol for all the shit i see girls feel every day. Girls are either sex toys or lard to be disposed of.