this is great.
When my friend doesn’t give me a plus one to her wedding because she knows I’ll bring a single friend and drink all the booze
Dear Photograph,Once upon a time I remember your heart was still in tact. Long ago, before the weight mattered to you, before restricting yourself from food and nourishment became an obsession, before running became a way of burning calories, before thinness was the the equivalent to happiness. You used to laugh because you meant it, you skipped around the playground without a care, sipping juice from tea party sets and stealing Oreos from the cupboard. You believed you would one day grow fairy wings and that life was full of joy from the smallest of things. Help me to fix all the broken pieces….remind me how to feel whole. What I would give to live that way once more…Love,Older Broken Pearl
