Been feeling, just feeling.
Ok, thinking.
All about bits and parts.
Hair so thick. Kink.
Lips that sit. Belly.
Those old voices, that creep.
Telling me messages that I don’t wanna hear.
And there she is. Her. 13 year old me. 30 year old me.
I just want to beautiful.
I don’t want to fight feelings of inadequacy; served to me on a platter.
Yum. De-fucking-licious.
Mass corporations, invested, in those alone moments in front of mirrors.
Stuck. Wishing. I just wanna…..
If I was, then….I would be….
More like slender frame.
More like every MORE….
Cause I just wanna….be visible.
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