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Part of the problem was, as a weird fat girl, you felt lucky.
“No matter how much you love somebody,” she ends, her voice soaked in misery and resignation, “how do you live out the days?”
art has always had a balancing effect on your mind; it is a reminder that you are more than a body and its accompanying grief.
You were all mind; anxiety was your lifeblood, your fuel.
“If your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands?”
You sit there, a glass of water in your hand, as they all crisscross in front of you, being kinder than you think you deserve.
