Lisanne Binhammer
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I love stories that are melodious.
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I have nothing to wear
Dear Mom, I have nothing to wear. It’s pizza night at your house. Casual. Easy. I have nothing to wear. I put on jeans. The thick dark denim feels snug across my belly. I have a belly. It rolls and softly folds into itself. You always seemed so squeamish around bellies. When I was little, you talked about muffin tops and beer bellies. When you saw one, you’d click your tongue and your thin lips would get thinner. I used to not eat muffins or drink beer. A flat stomach was possibly my single most important goal for my entire twenties. Despite it all, I still have a belly. A sweet belly, a happy belly. A loud belly, an angry belly. A belly. I wiggle out of my denim. I have nothing to wear.
By Lisanne Binhammer4 years ago in Confessions