Boobday: Battle

Fighting with my body, with my mind and heart, again. Looking for validation in strangers’ hands and mouths and jutting cocks. Swallowing air that feels like sea water, crying tears that feel like sand.

Why wasn’t I born beautiful?

 

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5 thoughts on “Boobday: Battle”

  1. Beautiful to whom? By whose standards? You truely are beautiful on the outside and in, in the people you help everyday through your writing and in the georgous photos you post. I wish I had half your courage and beauty.

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