I open my legs, yearning for something that isn't there and I tell myself it's disgusting, my own body doesn't feel like home
What hangs from my chest feels like foreign objects that were sewn on forcefully
My mother mapped out my future already but I feel so lost
I refrain from touching myself and repeat it's disgusting
How does one even begin to love someone else when their own body looks unrecognizable in the mirror?
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
I open my legs, yearning for something that isn't there and I tell myself it's disgusting, my own body doesn't feel like home
What hangs from my chest feels like foreign objects that were sewn on forcefully
My mother mapped out my future already but I feel so lost
I refrain from touching myself and repeat it's disgusting
How does one even begin to love someone else when their own body looks unrecognizable in the mirror?
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