one year - 365 days, 52 weeks, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds. oh i wonder how much of that time i spent staring at a mirror. critiquing my every flaw. standing on a scale and sobbing over the number i'd see. sitting over a porcelain bowl spilling my soul out just to feel pretty. i couldn't find anything about me that didn't need fixing. i think if i dedicated all that time towards something other than hatred, i wouldn't be writing this. but it's known that society values beauty over brains. so the brain gets eaten alive trying to let the beauty take over, yet it's not that simple. the little girl 31,536,000 seconds ago wasn't ripped to shreds over a couple of red spots on her face and a donut in her stomach. that little girl was smarter than that.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
