The Doll You Broke Stays Broken
Language: en
In our circle, everyone called me the Roly-Poly. No matter how cruel the joke, I was expected to act just like those weighted toy clowns with the painted-on grins. I would wobble for a second, right myself, and laugh it off with a quiet, It’s fine. When Jared swapped my prescription allergy cream with regular body lotion just to watch me panic, digging through the drawers as hives broke out across my arms, he only laughed and tapped my forehead. "Oh, Grace, look at you. You look so cute when you're frantic. It's just a little rash, don't be such a baby." When my best friend, Amber, ruined…