I wonder what it's like to wake up and love yourself.
To look in the mirror and not want to cry.
To weigh yourself, see the number, and not want to puke.
To be with friends and not feel ugly to go in public and not be insecure to go shopping for clothes and not feel fat.
I just wonder;
what's it like to love your life.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
