How can you enjoy the sun rays
that fall on the skin you hate?
When the skin you owned was
never really yours to own.
When the touch that was supposed to feel
SAFE,
Made you uncomfortable in your own
Skin and bone.
You might be gone,
But I still feel impure,
To feel,
To touch and
To breathe,
Sometimes.
- learning to accept myself the way I never wanted to be.
- Anushka.
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