so i got a few jokes about my hair.
its super short
and shaved and green so
i knew it would happen,
but i also half expected to be offended by them.
since my confidence and self-worth was literally at
-10000000000
i really expected the jokes
to hit like punches instead of
what i got.
it felt like a hand on my shoulder.
a reassurance.
a hug.
...
i dont know.
is it my newfound appreciation for me?
is it my new friends that make me feel like myself?
i havent felt like this since i was very young.
is...
is this...
self-love...?
wow.
its nice.
it is a little bit loose,
like a hoodie thats a little baggy,
and the sleeves hang down past my hands,
but i look cute in it.
besides,
i know
ill grow into it.
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Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poésiebook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
