Flesh Once Flawless by StrawberryKisser96, literature
Literature
Flesh Once Flawless
I wrote "fat" on my stomach and "numb" on my wrist and felt as though the words carried no weight. It didn't matter how much I killed myself, I knew that I still wouldn't die, so I kept cutting. I kept cutting over the words I had carved into my body to make it real. But it was never made real because my own critique means nothing. So I decided to instead take the critique of others, the words they had thrown at me for years and years that I had cast away into a space in my mind that I never could reach, and I used all my might to pull them out of my body and up out of skin and they truly left wounds. Words and sneers that had never so much a