Isn't it ironic how we cut and kill flowers
because we think they are beautiful, but cut and kill 
ourselves because we think we are not?

I want my ribs to
stick out like mountain sides
and my kneecaps like bumps 
in the road.
I want my hips to stick out 
like hilltops and my things 
to be like narrow pathways in the woods.

Nature is considered beautiful and 
I want to be considered beautiful too. 



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