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#hypermobility
Body, forgive my anger. I know this illness is woven in your foundations. I know you know no different. This useless shell I have been gifted is only genetics. You try your best, I understand. I try to. You do only as you know how, This pain is the only tool you have to break. I know this. Forgive my frustration. My existence has been wrought with this suffering. I cope the only way I know how. I am not angry at you, How could I be, You have carried me like a mother. Understand this loose host of elastic joints is just temporary, This unholy soul is just unsettled. Body, forgive my anger, I know you don't know what else to do.
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
Ode to My Failing Body
i have never actually broken a bone. the white in my eyes is accompanied by a hint of blue. the scars on my skin have tiny freckles in them and when i close my fist you can almost see through the back of my hand. on a warm summer day i jumped into the pool and my shoulder jumped out of where she was supposed to be. the next day my arm sparked a tattoo of a whole galaxy. i could always touch my hands to the ground when standing. my knees lock to keep me up but i have to make sure i am not going to faint because of that. yoga figures come naturally to me and sitting on a chair doesn't.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
my neck hurts and my head is too heavy