I wish I didn't have skin,
the weight,
the discomfort,
too tight,
too visible.
Your scars are lightening up nicely.
no.
Have you been using the cream I bought?
no, no, no.
Summers coming up, what will we tell grandma?
No, no, no, no, no no!
Those will be there on your wedding?
NO, NONONONONONONONONNN
Please don't call me striped,
or say I look like a tiger,
or how dark my scars are,
or how unsightly,
or how they'll impact my future,
or ask if I regret it.
I regret a lot of things.
like ever,
telling you.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
I wish I didn't have skin,
the weight,
the discomfort,
too tight,
too visible.
Your scars are lightening up nicely.
no.
Have you been using the cream I bought?
no, no, no.
Summers coming up, what will we tell grandma?
No, no, no, no, no no!
Those will be there on your wedding?
NO, NONONONONONONONONNN
Please don't call me striped,
or say I look like a tiger,
or how dark my scars are,
or how unsightly,
or how they'll impact my future,
or ask if I regret it.
I regret a lot of things.
like ever,
telling you.
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