I'm releasing old drafts today...watch out!

06.22.13

I tend to stare in the mirror haphazardly. Waiting to become beautiful. Waiting for my features to soften and become feminine. I will my hair to soften and flow. Pull my waist in until my hips round and curve. Then I move. Round out my back, stretch my torso, frame my face with my arms and forget. I forget that I hate my body. Forget that my heart hurts. I feel. Sexy, Alive, soft, fluid. But most of all, I feel. It's dangerous. I get wreckless. I forget my awkwardness, my clumsiness. That I don't always know what to say. That I'm tender-hearted. And full of dichotomies. Opposites.