I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound
I know its a part of me
I know its there
but it feels temporary
and a little gross
like I sliced my thumb
on glass at 1 am
my binder is a bandage
and it's hard to take off
because the wound will open up
And my back hurts wearing from bandage
But it's so much better than
Seeing where my skin splits in two
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound
I know its a part of me
I know its there
but it feels temporary
and a little gross
like I sliced my thumb
on glass at 1 am
my binder is a bandage
and it's hard to take off
because the wound will open up
And my back hurts wearing from bandage
But it's so much better than
Seeing where my skin splits in two
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