Once upon a time I was terrified of my body. I hid from mirrors and would blur my eyes a bit when applying my makeup so as to hide the lines and pores from my own view. I’ve struggled with eating disorders, cutting, suicidal depression, body dysmorphia and have scars all over my body from taking out my discontentment on my own skin. I now stand firm and strong in my resolve to allow beauty to reveal itself. Not to force my expectations on it. Not to assume I deserve more or less of it. Not to steal yours to improve mine. Not to peddle to the masses but to only the deserving. Just to allow it to be. To be raw, full, paid, happy, round, thick in measure and soft to the touch, brooding, skin flawed, heart exploded, slightly medicated, comfort seeking, throne sitting, unicorn riding, thundercat pussy wielding destroyer of expectations ⚔️
Bud March
2021-01-27 02:56:12 +0000 UTCJose Rivera
2019-06-09 13:29:19 +0000 UTCBlake G
2019-06-05 21:28:03 +0000 UTCRobert Sigmon
2019-06-05 14:06:41 +0000 UTC