Words.

The blind in the middle window of my bedroom is broken. I should get it fixed, but I enjoy Mother Nature as an alarm clock. You cannot hit snooze on the sun. I've tried. Mother Naure is relentless. I am relentless. The sun woke me that morning, the same way it always does. I looked … Continue reading Words.

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When will I feel good enough?

I hate my stomach. My midsection is something I constantly struggle with. I wake up every morning, lift up my stomach, observing it in the mirror for several minutes at a time.