WIN.

Sometimes I hate my body.
Sometimes I hate my body more than I ever thought possible.
I am told that all girls go through a phase of hating their bodies; that they feel too tall, too short, too fat, too busty, too small-chested. Society tells me that all women compare themselves, causing a hatred.
My hate is not like this.
I hate my body because my body hates me.
It's mutual.
It's not consensual.
My body hates itself and therefore attacks itself.
It attacks my fingers, my arms, my feet, my knees, hips, shoulders, jaw, kidneys, eyes.
It hates itself. So tries to destroy itself.
Sometimes I'm okay and sometimes I let it get to me.
It infects me, like it infects my body.
But I fight against it.
Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose. But I try.

MIA

I haven't been on here in quite sometime. It's been a busy few weeks with medical issues, school starting up, and Rush week. This is sort of my release from the confines of school assignments and the stress and struggles of life. I never claimed to be a good writer, nor are many of my stories finished, proofread, or long. I just write what is in my mind. Sometimes I just have to get it out. And so they end up here. Or sometimes they do. I sometimes forget to post them.
Regardless, I promise to start writing and posting again. Because I love it.
As my literary hero, Ray Bradbury, says, "Love is easy, and I love writing."