Oreo Lips

Scraped knees and demin jumpers left me apart
as oreo lined lips spoke of playing in mud and hosting tea parties.
While other girls stood on the scale at night to make sure they stayed below 90 pounds.
String bikinis glared in distaste at my black one piece as I slipped into the water.
There was no peace here.
I was condemned to the 'their rules'.
Penciled eyebrows were raised as my black Tripp pants lead me foreward.
Secrets can change,
but memories live forever.