spaghetti strap-sized scoldinggirls used to get sent home fortheir sunburnt shoulders why would we make it so easy to oglewhy would we make it so worth looking at how often were we taught thatsomeone else’s wandering gazewas our fault166
If you’re not reading Elle, perhaps you should be. This poem is a gut-punch and will remain with me for quite some time.
Let it marinate. It’ll stick with you too.