All Posts, Poetry, Self-Love

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I don’t remember when I gave you permission to judge my body Is it inherent for men to have the right to compliment my butt? Am I supposed to smile and thank you when you say my boobs look good? When I wear lipstick because it makes me happy you don’t understand You seem so… Read More objects

All Posts, Loneliness, Poetry, Self-Love

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This is a poem I wrote yesterday and wanted to share with my readers. You spend your whole life with a small group of people. They teach you how to live, take care of you, feed you, shelter you, hold you, cherish you. Then when you grow to an arbitrary age, eighteen, everything changes. You… Read More 20