...i have this urge to submerge myself in verbs and adjectives...relative…to this life i live...subliminal messages delivered through action words...just a hop, skip & a jump from what it is I deserve...disturbing perhaps that’s it’s so close yet out of my reach…deep plunge into the aquamarine lines across the notebook paper…I write…the urge to submerge myself in words can sometimes be deadly…so I come up for air…briefly…in despair…no life vest needed…when knee deep in it…poetry spit…legitimately living it…every verb, noun, & metaphor… i implore you to explore…my words.
nd am a proud size 16..im tired of covering up or shying away from showing my body just because im chubby..i believe i am beautiful nd deserve to b confident no matter my weight.im learning to love myself again.
Even though I’d prefer not to be the size that I am, even though I have some crazy proportions, there is nothing wrong with my body. My body has done everything it’s needed to do for these almost 21 years
I didnt ask for these ham hock thighs or this small waist; my barely round ass or short fat…