No more dark hair And smooth skin White teeth shining Behind a captivating smile No more firm breasts Or flat stomach And hips that sway with ease No more perusals Up and down my body No more meaningful looks And beguiling words Crushing stares And sentences spoken in silence... No more pressure No more angst … Continue reading Birthday
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Breathe Shellygirl
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
The Nice One
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
The Apartment
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
Shedding the Weight
Shame is a bully and it lives in my fat cells. I’ve been thinking a lot about my fat cells lately. See, I started working out. My final frontier. I’ve never been very good at sports. I have beautiful sisters who excelled, but I was the one you’d find smoking bummed cigarettes on the wall … Continue reading Shedding the Weight
