I still remember the beginning of the end for me. Well at least the beginning of my angst/ emo teen faze Nothing too dramatic. I didn't start wearing eyeliner and listening to screamo. But, I remember putting on a black baggy jacket and wearing long over sized clothes to cover up the fact that I didn't like how I looked. The wind that pushed this rock down a never ending hill of body issues was a comment about my appearance. People seemed to be concerned with the amount of numbers on my scale. Because of this my young naive eyes saw that my body was not one to love.
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ruby chronicles
Poetryinspired by me and my friend wanting to create, and my new found love for milk and honey. here are some poetic journal entries that I have wrote.
