Becky Curl
Freelance Writer. Freelance Make-Up Artist. Teacher. Wig & Make-Up Designer. Coffee, dogs & pop-punk are my life.
Old Photos & Reflections
Trigger Warning: Eating Disorders and Body Dysmorphia I do not know who I am anymore. The woman in these photos is someone I knew once.
Becky CurlPublished about a month ago in PoetsLearning How To Feel Again
Some nights, I choose to do my dishes without wearing any gloves. Though I know my hands will not thank me for this choice later, I know that sometimes, this is the best thing that I could do for myself.
Becky CurlPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBitterness & Trust
I bit into an apple that I thought was still fresh. I thought I had more time to enjoy it. My teeth sank into the core— Rotten.
Becky CurlPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhat I Am Searching For
What I am searching for, They already have. There are no vacancies here. Yet, I am always coming up empty. I like to write about how society tries to force us all into one box and how we should fight that with everything we have.
Becky CurlPublished 2 months ago in PoetsIt's One of Those Nights.
It’s one of those nights. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I cannot meet my own eyes. I can’t face the truth. I cannot bear witness to this face.
Becky CurlPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDisappear
I want to disappear into this cup of coffee. I want it to swallow me whole. I want the heat to spread through my body, penetrate my bones, and bring me the relief that I have always been so desperately searching for.
Becky CurlPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGetting Burned By The American Dream
I want to bake an apple pie, and eat the whole goddamn thing. There were never enough slices of the American Dream for everyone.
Becky CurlPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTell Me.
Tell me what it’s like to be a rainbow and have all of your colors shine so brightly, And I’ll tell you what it’s like to be a hurricane, constantly drowning everything you love in your own pain.
Becky CurlPublished 3 months ago in Poets
