Pretty, some say I am. They are likely lying. What has "prettiness" got me? Except bruises on my thighs, fondlers, and stalkers.
A small poem about how cruel society's views are. But what if we could change that?
I added to an old poem I made. It's... Interesting. I'll look back on this poem in a while and laugh at myself and be very un-proud.
There once was a girl whose enemy was a mirror. (Story inspired by today's prompt: judgement and about bullying and beauty.)
The best use of jealousy is to figure out what you want, WITHOUT harming the ones around you!
The collaboration has finally been put together! Thank you to everyone who participated! I'd suggest reading this all the way to the end. Credits will be in the comments.
This is a horrible poem with two meanings!!!
i lost the first 2 drafts for this....
A collection of unflattering pictures of me. I can't decide which one to make my profile picture...
microfiction: <100 words. Exactly what it says on the tin; Things that appear ugly but are actually beautiful
How can I possibly feel beautiful?
You smile for the camera but, it doesn't reach your eyes
You didn't really love me You needed support
we all have those secrets and fear we never want to admit out loud.
but now i think is time i do mine
Fold me down to my smallest subunit.