An anthem for those who self harm.
I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
TRIGGER WARNING
a positive take on people judging u :)
You don't know what someone's going though. Don't judge, stop the hate!
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
You don't know what I do Nor what I have been through
My 200th post This one is about judgement and bullying
Thank you everyone for the likes and the followers. It means a lot to me.
There once was a girl whose enemy was a mirror. (Story inspired by today's prompt: judgement and about bullying and beauty.)
A sad fictional perspective, reminder for us all to give something even a message | Misunderstood, beautiful, worthy <3
sometimes we must look away from what society wants us to see
They say an Idiot is born everyday, but I say they are wrong
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
Sundays are the best time to unwind and be lost in the coziness of love. To reflect and spend time in silence
I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
TRIGGER WARNING
a positive take on people judging u :)
You don't know what someone's going though. Don't judge, stop the hate!
Please don't judge me for the scars on my legs. Don't look at me like the guy at the store did.
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
You don't know what I do Nor what I have been through
My 200th post This one is about judgement and bullying
Thank you everyone for the likes and the followers. It means a lot to me.
There once was a girl whose enemy was a mirror. (Story inspired by today's prompt: judgement and about bullying and beauty.)
A sad fictional perspective, reminder for us all to give something even a message | Misunderstood, beautiful, worthy <3
sometimes we must look away from what society wants us to see
They say an Idiot is born everyday, but I say they are wrong
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
Sundays are the best time to unwind and be lost in the coziness of love. To reflect and spend time in silence