Every once in a while I read something that so eloquently expresses what I want to say that paraphrasing in my own words would only ruin the message. Thanks to one of my insightful girlfriends for this one:
so, what do i say?
and who the hell will care?i feel like i am partaking in a sort of diary exhibitionism:
the girl who purposfully leaves her journal unlocked and peeking out from beneath her matress in the hopes that someone might find her ponderings beautiful
that they might truly see her in the pages and confirm her long-held suspicions that she is
different
special
not belonging to this world
meant for something more
or that they might love her
as that is all she wantsbut i won’t sketch my unicorns here
or the fairies with the idealized version of my own loved/hated bodybut, what -will- i say…?
odd, this thing, blog.
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