Letter To My Chest

Rhian Beam
Nov 1 · 2 min read

Chest, you have brought me a lot of pain.
Probably more pain than pleasure.
Everytime I think about you I get nauseous.
I feel weighted. Figuratively and physically by you.
Sometimes I wish I could keep you. But I need you gone too bad.
You have helped me explore myself, and my body.
You've made me feel empowered, and you've made me feel helpless and weakness and ugly.
You've made me feel hot, and you've made me feel like I'm going to gag.

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