My Sister’s Hair

Body Horror, Children and Childhood, Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness / / 12 minutes of reading

I wish I had my big sister’s hair. Hers is soft and light. Touching her arms is like touching peach fuzz. When she sweats her skin looks like melted butter. It’s not fair. My hair is thick, wiry, and black as spider legs. I’m only thirteen and I have thicker hair on my arms and legs than most boys on the Tanglewood Junior High football team.

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