I wasn't made to be elegant.
Whoever created me didn't think that would be necessary
They didn't think to give me long, slender legs
They didn't think to give me a petite waste and high cheekbones
They were too busy making sure I had fires and waves raging inside of me, all at the same time
They were making sure my shoulders could handle the weight of being something more than just elegant
They gave me a will like iron, yet this iron won't bend, it might strain and creak, but nothing has snapped it yet and it looks like nothing will
They gave me a mind that sometimes feels fragile, but even on the days when it is at it's weakest, it won't crack
My body was made to withstand everything, even myself
That was their one flaw, the one thing they didn't quite get right
They made me so strong, every emotion so strong, that sometimes I am a danger more to myself than anyone else
Some days it is all I can do to not rip my self to pieces and throw away the glue
I wasn't made to be elegant.
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Izzy Galloway
20 year old earth tenant trying to find what it is I’m looking for.
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