a body to use

[Bitnee]

petite and tiny
but not small and whiny
an adult but youthful and sweet

Is this perhaps how the narrator wants to be seen as? Or maybe lying to themself as the poem goes on 

sweep me away like a tree in a twister
my heart a hard and calloused blister
throwing me to-and-fro

Since the narrator changed their identity from sweet and not whiny (or is this first stanza a facade when in reality they are struggling and feel deserved to be pushed around 

then nurture me like a bird with clipped wings
my world, the palm of your rough hand

my heart is large
my bones are frail
my skin porcelain and silky-pale

Perhaps they are in confused state to be abused but then want that nurture to feel love?

dry out the windy river that paints my figure
with bundles of cotton and polyester

from head to toe
there's nothing to show
but a body to use when I surrender.

Is this about hiding your true self -referring to the bundles of clothes to hide your body until you meet someone who you can finally show true self too or is it to go back to abuse?

I could be entirely wrong on my perspective. Either way it is written well especially if it is about struggling with who you are to who you wish to be. Sorry if I misunderstood.