These clothes and this makeup. It's my outer skeleton, my frame.
I hated myself naked, my frame was torn off.
I couldn't hide my emotions behind mascara and a push up bra.
I hated myself so much, I forgot I had a birthmark on my waist.
I can see myself without the frame now, and I'm trying to change it.
It's gotten uncomfortable, rigid and broken.
Ugly.
Maybe one day you'll see me without it.
I hope so.
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