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Sleek silhouettes overcrowd the pages of Vogue
Easy to say they're all angles and bones
Stretchy clothes hug their bodies
Revealing flawless, immaculate figures

I run to the mirror with arms folded across my stomach
sobbing in dismay at what is in front of me

Streaks of tears travel down on my cheeks
I try to pry into this question

Who has the power?

Is it me or society?

–Evelyn, 13, California