another picture of another girl
stretched out on the beach.
she looks happy, genuinely happy.
a smile someone couldn't fake.
her pose shows just how small
her frame is.
she's not rubbing it in my face,
so why do i get so upset?
why do i hate her?
why do i wish i was her?
can't i just be okay in my skin,
or must i continue staring are her
scarless arms, legs, stomach
and hate everything about mine?
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
