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Beauty and the Borderline

It lives inside of me

I try.

My God, I try. I have to live as though my life depends on it…because it does. I’m told that recovery is not possible; “borderline” has been reduced to a buzzword, its true definition blurring into another meaningless string of letters to weave into headlines for more views.



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Hope Rising

Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at