more things I need to hate about myself.
My laugh lines are not ugly,
my stomach rolls are not unnatural.
I do not need to possess less mass
and more insecurities
to be beautiful.
My scarred chin and blistered feet
are not imperfections to
powder and scrub.
They are battle wounds from
the years I have spent
tiptoeing around “ugly.”
I will not shed pieces of myself
to fit into the compact space
you call “pretty.”
My biggest obstacle
is not a body
that is susceptible to aging.
It is being told that
beauty must be earned
plucking, and killing
any part of me that
dares remind the world I am
Started out hating on these sandals, but now? Now they are grrrrrrr-8!
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night
"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."
the worst part about periods is like
i wash you, vagina
i buy you nice toys
i even give you a hair cut sometimes
and you gon do me like this, vagina?
you gon do me like this BITCH PANTIES DON’T GROW ON TREES