The Index Card Diaries: Entry 30
I see the hairs poking through, the new layer of fat in my feet. They’re a size 11 now. Back fat. Stretch marks. Frizzy hair. Loosened neck skin. And I’m trying to do it right. But the self hatred sticks out more than any of those other things do.
a wonderful index card poem! lovely! oh it makes me cry, so true!
Thank you!