Jan 2015
It's not like you wake up one day
and you suddenly hate every inch.
It happens gradually
an inch at a time.
I remember where mine started
and how it grew like wild fire.
Until it consumed me
an inch at a time.
and you suddenly hate every inch.
It happens gradually
an inch at a time.
I remember where mine started
and how it grew like wild fire.
Until it consumed me
an inch at a time.
It's started with my arms- and grew from there. Now I want to shatter every mirror and year away my skin until there's nothing but beauty left.
