The Weight of Words: Self-Acceptance Doesn’t Have to Be a Solo Journey
I don’t want my self-worth to hinge on a relationship. But vulnerability is a practice, and for me, it has been a valuable one.
The clothes that had once dangled off my skinny frame were now too snug, the fabric stretched too tight across my body. She told me to wait while she came back with some larger sizes, shirts from the teens section.
Fat bitchpigfatasswhale. Your crush will never like you,
How could this be?
13 Going on 30
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