I am expected to look a certain way,

To be beautiful,

To conform.

I needed to be perfect.
I broke.
I am not whole,
But I am mending.
The cracks glued back together,
The tears sewn shut,
The contamination being stripped away.
Life is waiting underneath.
Seeds will be planted,
Gardens will grow.
The sun will once again shine.
I am learning what it means
To be human again.