Sep 2019
One day I will look in the mirror with a soft smile.
I’ll turn left and right in love with who I see.
I will see the beauty in myself
when all my curves have vanished,
and all that’s left is a bag of skin and bones
where I once stood.
I’ll turn left and right in love with who I see.
I will see the beauty in myself
when all my curves have vanished,
and all that’s left is a bag of skin and bones
where I once stood.
Without saying a word, it’s always made known that I do not matter.
