"You should stop
while you can
trying to find peace
in the sloping
between your thighs.
Stop writing prayers
singing hallelujahs
building temples
for the concave valleys
of your flesh.
These are not things
to cherish,
these are not
goals to be had.
The burns and wounds
will become
thick knots on your
tree trunked limbs
and you will relish in the
rings of wrinkles
your fingers
will allow.
You will flourish
in the years
that were once
to be stolen.
You will grow towards the sun."

Michelle K., Allowed. (via michellekpoems)


im too fat to have an eating disorder.


i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember i dont even like me

1995) The only reason I’m looking forward to going back to school is because I’m not forced to eat there.