Let's get out of here.
I don't belong.
I see all the girls wearing shoes like these. Very pretty.
This is what you wear to parties.
I won't be invited to them.
Stop trying to live through me, Mom.
If you can't fit in clothes made for daintier bodies,
then neither can I.
Don't be stubborn.
You need to look around you and see
what the other girls are doing.
Look, these are the pants they wear.
Fashionable, eh?
Fashion was made to divide society
into the high, the low, and the still-struggling.
These pants are several inches too long,
the leg too skinny.
And those shorts are immodest.
I feel threatened by the tall heels,
the cardigans not designed for warmth.
Let's get out of here.
Try it on. It might fit.
You can't wear the same grimy sneakers all your life.
Nobody else does.
Fine. Take a good look at me now.
I am no Cinderella. The shoe is not mine.
We can't afford this. Your money is not enough,
and I want to keep my soul.



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