She came to the realization that she will never have long, lean silky smooth legs, her hands will always look like a childs, but form a story of their own from the years they’ve seen. her waist and her breasts will never agree on the same materials to cloak her physical flaws and her creators quarries. Her voice will never know it’s own confidence, and her feet will never sync with passing motion. Her hair will never stay in one place, and her teeth will always be as small as a sharks. This is beauty in it’s own kind. A flower that orginated in the belly of a hunting tigress.
Hello, it’s so nice to see you.
