( 1:05 AM ) shut up christine
insecurities of an 11 year old
in sixth grade we made masks
we smeared our faces in vaseline then a partner fashioned wet strips of plaster across our foreheads, mouths, noses, cheeks
we let them dry a bit then delicately peeled our masks off
it wasn't until all the hardened masks sat collectively atop a classroom table that i froze, mortified
we hadn't painted them yet, they were all white
but one mask stuck out like a sore thumb
i knew it was mine
it was at least twice as large as all the others. big and round, like jupiter. and all the other masks were its orbiting moons
that awkward moment when you realize how huge your face is
many tearful nights were spent demanding reasons from god. why? why was my face so abnormally large??
funny what we remember about sixth grade
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