Constantly being told I’m beautiful but I’m beautiful but not in these clothes and beautiful but I can lose some weight so more people recognise me I play Russian roulette for the spoon fork and a knife the mirror is cracked in three places and I have been staring at myself for this way for years and years and years I dream to live a life where are beautiful without anybody’s but behind it be right now seems impossible because being skinny is it anyway people notice you is it only way you can be someone in this world and I just don’t get it
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
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