AISP

My face and body is an emotional disguise. Insecurities, and the act of scrutinising imperfections, Provides a veil to mask The things that could kill me. The things I won’t ...

I feel lumps and bumps Fleshy pinches Overflowing folds Thighs that glance Cheeks that spread Breasts that jiggle Dimples when I squeeze. I fear and fear and fear. The food ...