Justine
old soul, messy brain, damaged heart
Poetry

Ideology

When the voices in your headstrive to make your feel unworthy,and their hate speech rings true to your ears.When your mind relentlesslygoes to war with your heart,leaving you with a burning sensationin the pit of your stomach,like you’ve lost the battle…
Poetry

Some days

Some days seem to count more than others.They bring with them memories that linger,a moment in time we’ll never get backbut look back on with self-inflicted nostalgia,as we capture a fleeting second of the occasionto pretend it’ll always last.Sadly, no…
Poetry

Fat = Ugly?

i was nine when i started associating fat with ugly. it didn’t take much really; a few kids mocking my body, random adults commenting on my eating, clothing stores pressuring me to shrink. fat = ugly i saw women around…


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