‘I read it from cover to cover and every article in it, everything that it was saying, could be condensed down into one short quiz’
– Sarah Pascoe

the questions. A’s
hate their face, B’s bodies.
She’s not allowed to like either:
she is

a pear.
Time cannot catch
in her breast, trickle through
her waist, instead it settles on
her hips,

on her stomach
when she sits. Flesh meets flesh
in the space between her femurs.
Stripes stretch

arse and gut. She
is a tiger in girls
clothes where fat has pushed skin apart.

show shame.
Reflections from
waiting room tables where
glossy magazines display lies –
she buys.