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February 8, 2011
I am sometimes amazed with how unfailingly feelings waver. In one day, I can look in the same mirror at the same self many times, and think different things in every instance.

Sometimes I am repulsed. I get that feeling in my stomach - that hopeless, sickening dropping - and I resign myself to the fact that I will never get anywhere on looks.

Other times, I look and I see my eyes shine. My neck is thin, and my collarbones are defined. I have dark skin relative to the white people around me. The crease over my left eye.

Momentarily beautiful.