u/Lilbratkaylah

I’m so jealous of unmarked girls.

They get to exist all soft and pretty without carrying evidence across their skin. They laugh too loudly, wear cute tops, exist beside people without bracing for what mood they might be in. Their bodies belong to them in a way mine never did.

Sometimes I catch myself staring at them wondering who I would’ve been if i grew up normal. If I would’ve been softer. Kinder. Less desperate to earn affection through suffering. Maybe I would wear those cute dresses too and not feel like an imposter. Or maybe I would wear pants cos I wouldn’t feel the need to open my legs for every man that passes me.

Instead, I accept black eyes like they are roses, broken bones like chocolate. And the worst part is that I miss it when the marks fade. I hate them when people notice, but when they disappear I feel empty, forgettable, unloved. Cos being hurt is the only thing that ever made a slut like me worth keeping.