ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

Pink

The wreckage childhood trauma leaves behind

Photo by Ave Calvar on Unsplash

Muscle memory: the corners of her little mouth turned upward just like she knew they were supposed to. Her lips were smiling, but her eyes weren’t. Her eyes weren’t smiling, at all.

She wanted pink…that’s what she told me. Pink because that was the color her picture was supposed to be; pink because that was the color she perceived the brain to be; pink…

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Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna