i woke up this morning
revolted.
i woke up this morning
looked in the mirror
and hating everything i saw.
the pimples on my cheeks,
the rolls on my stomach,
the gap in my thighs,
the roundness and bump of my nose,
the flatness of my bottom,
the curve of my breasts,
the boxiness of my waist.
i woke up hating myself, once again
~does this shit ever end?
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chaos
Poetrythis is a book about my life! my first poetry book. talks about various topics such as: life, dealing with death, sexuality, anxiety, depression, falling in and out of love, etc. writing has always been a way for me to express myself. i hope my...
