9:33 pm
we sat in the park and we watched the birds as they flew from tree to tree. i remember how you used to laugh and say that they were just visiting their neighbors. or how we used to pick flowers and throw the petals at each other because the whole"do they love me, do they love me not" thing was invalid to us. you understood me in a way i didn't think anybody could. and whenever we do catch up, you always remind me of that blue flower you picked me on our first date. and you always remind me of that book i bought you for christmas. because we can smile at the memories instead of crying about them.
10:01 pm
whenever i look in the mirror i can't help but want to hide because i have been taught to hate everything i am. i have been taught that big boobs are better than small boobs. i have been taught that a little bit of fat is better than a flat stomach. i have been taught that my hip bones shouldn't protrude. i have been taught that in order to be pretty, you have to be curvy and full. not skinny and petite. i have been taught that telling someone to eat a salad is more offensive than telling someone to eat a cheeseburger. i have been taught that i'm not pretty.
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Broken Dreams
PoetryWho knew such sad but beautiful words could come from a girl who deserves the world? She's honestly one of the most influential people in my life, and she needs to be recognized for her talent. Poem Credits: Haylee Brooke Zartman
