Control Freak You knew I used to dance with anorexia and that, sometimes, it still gripped my flesh and whispered in my ear yet you still tried to tell me what to eat. I am lucky that I’m stronger now and that your words mean nothing to me.
Sometimes, writing can be a challenge. Your brain wants to focus on anything other than creative things (like homework, like laundry), and refuses to come up with even a half decent poem. And then, there are days where your brain rapid fires something that hits you right in the feels and is so true that… Continue reading Poem: The AN Body