tw// mentions of suicide and body image!

i still haven't lost the baby weight, i still haven't lost the 20 pounds of shame.

i carry my sadness on my hips, like you glued a stick of butter to my ass. you don't have the same body you had as a younger girl.

i do. i stopped growing at 13. still carry sticky lollipops and suicidal thoughts in my back pocket. still think gerard way is cute and that punk boys own my heart, that someday i will maybe get out of here on a whim, get a break thousands of miles away from here, get a 9 to 5 in los angeles but drop it when i get published.

i stopped growing when i was 14. shoved beautiful prose and pop songs under my tongue so nobody ever knew what went on inside. grew in a third dimension and became a lawyer, became a godsend and a goddess, wrote poetry about my hips and my tits, the only man i loved was nabokov.

stopped growing at 15. curly bob tickles my shoulders. 15 i flirted with men and death, 15 wrote 16 novels and scratched every single last one of them. 15 had grown men in my dms, 15 had a love for only one man.

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angsty teenage gals!