Sturdy

She had always been called sturdy, and then they would smile that smile again, and she would hate what they meant with it. Her body had never been hers. There had always been comments on it, even when she didn’t welcome it. They treated her based on the assumptions about the way she looked. More often than not, thinking she was slow, or that she didn’t like pretty things. She cursed the fact that she had a brain to know the difference. It would be easier if there were only the emotions...