Enjoy The Cage You Stole
Language: en
I was the crown jewel of Briarcliff University. The kind of girl people paused on the quad just to watch walk by. A porcelain jawline, a dancer’s collarbones, and that effortless, patrician grace that made even an oversized college sweatshirt look like an editorial spread in "Vogue". Then I woke up inside the body of a two-hundred-pound girl whom the entire campus treated like a walking punchline. She held my old phone. She wore my old face. Her direct message arrived like a slap across the cheek: [Why did you get to be born a golden girl? Why did everyone fall at your feet, while I had…