Skin, a poem
Skin. A beautiful thing.
You ever look at a girl who has stretch marks and think, "thats so empowing for her, shes beautiful."?
I do too.
Exept after the thought i look in the mirror at my own stretch marks and i feel that ive swallowed a sack of stones thats now left a stretch mark on my soul.
You might look at a guy who has messy hair and think, "oh, its so cute on him, he's handsom!".
Me too
But then i feel and see my own hair after every day, tangled and a mess, and i think to myself, "this is what my life feels like."
I always see woman wearing whatever they like, whatever they want, and it always looks amazing on them no matter what number is on the...
You ever look at a girl who has stretch marks and think, "thats so empowing for her, shes beautiful."?
I do too.
Exept after the thought i look in the mirror at my own stretch marks and i feel that ive swallowed a sack of stones thats now left a stretch mark on my soul.
You might look at a guy who has messy hair and think, "oh, its so cute on him, he's handsom!".
Me too
But then i feel and see my own hair after every day, tangled and a mess, and i think to myself, "this is what my life feels like."
I always see woman wearing whatever they like, whatever they want, and it always looks amazing on them no matter what number is on the...