Loving yourself isn't easy. Your crooked smile, uneven skin, the way the stretch marks caress your thighs. Cellulite coated skin, it's all disgusting in your eyes. You grimace in the mirror horrified but the projected images. Pulling, picking, and poking at every ounce of chunk on your body's lineage! Too big, Too Small! It's an ever losing game.
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You,Me, & The Bee
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, this book is relatively about Love in all forms! I think commonly when we refer to love we get a depiction of romance but as you the reader and soon to become Hopeless romantic love is so much more than just Romance.