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Smile wide,<\/strong> Sit with your legs folded,<\/strong> The idea of perfection is tainted.\u00a0<\/strong> ….except for the girl with <\/strong> j.r.m\u00a9<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Smile wide, shoulders straight, stand tall, hands on your hips, chin high.\u00a0 gaze low. Walk like you have everything going for you\u00a0 right here in this moment, All eyes on you. Sit with your legs folded, nod politely, speak only when spoken to, tie your…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,2114,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-image","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-poetry-prompts","post_format-post-format-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33129","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33129"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42764,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33129\/revisions\/42764"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nshoulders straight,<\/strong>
\nstand tall,<\/strong>
\nhands on your hips,<\/strong>
\nchin high.\u00a0<\/strong>
\ngaze low.<\/strong>
\nWalk like you have everything going for you\u00a0<\/strong>
\nright here in this moment,<\/strong>
\nAll eyes on you.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nnod politely,<\/strong>
\nspeak only when spoken to,<\/strong>
\ntie your hair into a neat ponytail.<\/strong>
\nLather up some foundation,<\/strong>
\nyou have to look perfect,<\/strong>
\nslap some lipstick on,<\/strong>
\nput on some high heels. <\/strong>
\ndon’t laugh loudly,<\/strong>
\ndon’t stare.<\/strong>
\nWear it like you own it.<\/strong>
\nthis is perfection,<\/strong>
\nYou must look perfect <\/strong>
\nto be accepted in the circle.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nit’s flawed and has messed us all up.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nwild hair and baggy denims<\/strong>
\ndancing in the dark \u00a0<\/strong>
\ngiving away her heart<\/strong>
\nbarely noticing what the\u00a0<\/strong>
\nworld around has to say.<\/strong>
\nHer soul is alight.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n