self expression
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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Some people crave comfort- I crave expansion. ••• “Salted Truths + Umami Dialect” Written by Shelly Moore Caron • I’d never ever claim to know everything. Hell, not even close. I am every bit as lost as the next person. But– I am a perpetual and insatiable student of this existence. Craving the formation of…
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