It’s ok to love the younger you who used words as a weapon to hurt people that matter– that you with the wrong clothes and uneven bangs who harbored anger in her heart– the one who’s spine curved like a question mark as she tried in vain to take up less space in those photographs […]
How can I be beautiful in the way fire is as it devours everything if I devour nothing? I am a whole woman built to consume built to expand built upon the backs and wombs of whole women who wrestle with invisible wounds and insecurities. I am the culmination of their fight for space and their bodies made from their bodies forged from stars so I devour.
You look like a bird with that down on your wings, pretty girl, but you’re too weak to fly, so what did you hollow out your bones for? Happy, pretty girls don’t burn holes in their sharp, happy, pretty hips to break free from the skin they’re in. Strong, happy girls don’t cry when they realize there are calories in toothpaste. […]