I live by personal philosophies,
my idiosyncratic tendencies,
and atypical morals.
I'm a young student,
consumed by a lover.
My gender is up in the air,
and I'd much rather identify as
My goodness you’re so brilliant.
Lecture is hitting way to close to home
It pisses me off that when I wear cute jogger shorts that all the other girls on campus seem to pull off, I’m afraid to even go smoke a cigarette outside. I’m overly self conscious of myself and its irritating. Why is it that I find girls with curves so attractive, but I can’t stand my own body? And I know damn well that the scale isn’t the one calling me fat, its myself.