About me.

by Vanesa   Oct 8, 2012


My hair, it's the color of dirt.
The kind that gets stepped on, kicked, and scattered.

My eyes, like trash cans.
Filled with useless things, half finished burgers, and misplaced keys.

My lips, like blankets.
Only used when the season is right, then put away high up on the shelves.

My breasts, tiny tree stumps.
Not trees, not giving any life.

My wrists, filled with tally marks.
One for the sinner, one for the saint, two for the show, and one from the blow.

My stomach, bumpy and flat.
Like a sack, only used to keep things in.

My thighs, fat. Ugly.

My legs, like leaves, carried by the wind, then fall...
Down.
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  • 11 years ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    You did a fantastic job here, this is really sad though, I hope you don't feel this way about yourself because everyone is worth something. It's real telling and real gripping.

    "My wrists, filled with tally marks.
    One for the sinner, one for the saint, two for the show, and one from the blow."

    ^ That hit hard, jumped out to me. Keep your head up. Nice write.

  • 11 years ago

    by Alanis

    This was really upsetting. I'm not perfect either. But in ur display pic you looked truly beautiful. If u ever need anyone to chat to I'm here. I liked the way u described with detail

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    Oh...you're really doing a number on yourself but....I'm not really sure you believe it all? It's very well written and....I think you have talent so....I'll be coming back to check your new additions from time to time....I liked this but...I'd much rather read some more positive thoughts from you...yeah?

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