Is this what it feels like to be pretty? to have hair long enough to play with, to feel the heaviness of fake eyelashes, to reapply lipstick every time I drink, to get blisters because of heels, and spots because of foundation, to see my ribs poking through my over tanned skin, unable to grasp... Continue Reading →



I bite the skin around my fingernails, if it’s not smooth, it goes, I can’t help it, it’s addictive, they have to look perfect, and when I say perfect, I mean media perfect. My chipped fingers doesn’t make me any less loveable, and yet I feel like it does, skin hanging off loosely doesn’t mean... Continue Reading →

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