A thousand stories
Written all over my skin.
Every single thing that I have been through
Is on display for the entire world to see.
My first crush,
My first love,
The cheater,
The abuser,
Every time I was called fat,
Every thing that hurt me,
Every time I wasn't good enough,
Every panic attack,
Every hospital trip,
Every attempt,
All written in a thin white line
Some bigger than others,
Some pinker than others,
Some old,
Some new.
My body was a canvas.
It was overused.
Now,
I remember everything
Every time I go out without long sleeves,
Or in summer wearing a swim suit,
Or every time I look at myself in the mirror
Before a shower.
They won't go.
I don't want them to.
I remember who I was,
And who I am.