My words scream.
I was torn. Hope had worn off long ago and I was feeding on the way helplessness that served itself to my soul. I could feel myself losing to the darkness that began housing me some time ago, and I’ve come to accept it. There’s no light for people like me, at least that’s what I grew up being told. So of course…
How do you define beauty?
Women must walk under the judging eyes of society.
Being scrutinized and labeled as people forget the notion of variety.
We must all fit the same bill.