Dear self
Remember when you were 9 years old standing in front of your best childhood friend embracing one another. Ready to say goodbye. You were so purely innocent back then.
Why do you keep punishing your self?
Stop seeking revenge on your body
You can eat what you want
Wear what you want
Your not fat
And Your certainly not ugly
Your exactly where you need to be
Your not a waste of life
Your sick and you do need help
Your worth so much more than they give you credit for
Your a woman before all things
Be who you were before
Be pure and innocent
Don't let the filthy world touch you
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
