Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

the man in the robe tells us to go with god, and if my face wasn’t so numb, I’d wrinkle my nose. Didn’t he say earlier that Dad was with god now? So isn’t telling us to go with god kinda like telling us all to die?

Self-deprecation is an instinct at this point. A product of growing up with a mother whose skinniness was a result of poor nutrition and drug use. Growing up in a society that has only just started to appreciate bodies of all sizes. Growing up feeling less than because I always had to dig to the back of the clothing rack to find something that fit.

the space inside me that should be filled with passion is just… empty. A blank space filled with dead childhood dreams that faded to dust long before I hit adulthood.