We've all got our own special little box, even when we don't acknowledge it.
My box is beautifully decorated with insecurities, depression and, a constant need of validation.
Even in my own box, I do not fit.
I often wish my world could go on vacation.
I'm boxed like a doll however, my looks couldn't be more far from Barbie's.
Good little dolls should have discipline, starving myself till I have the right Body.
Me and my anxiety are having a big party.
I'm no longer myself but, at least I'm Barbie
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