They messed up my order,
I'm not a girl. 
I must have someone else's body.

The fit is all wrong,
too tight and too loose,
too long and too short. 

At church I wear this body that isn't mine
and I smile like it is,
because that's what's expected of me.

Yet, I know that my Heavenly Parents
love me as their child,
not as their daughter.

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