Whenever I talk about my body I hate it because I notice everything
Head, fine
Eyes, tired
Mouth, dry
Throat, scratchy
Nose, stuffy
Ears, tinnitus
Chest, fine –work out more
Arms –more tattoos
Fingers –good—marriage not in my future
Waist, needs to get smaller
Thighs –good
Butt –itchy
Knees –hurt—thanks Uncle Sam
Calf—good—left one itchy
Feet—good
Right ankle hurts thought
Left ankle good
Ingrown toenail a gift from Uncle Sam too
Full body check complete
About the Creator
A Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
By Billie Whyte7 days ago in Chapters
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