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This blog is a collection of my personal thoughts and writings. I reblog a few things that I feel wouldn't fit in with my main blog, found here. (If you go to my school and managed to find this blog through whatever means, please don't like my posts or follow me because I will flip my shit knowing that my writing is being read by someone relevant to my ~*~*~social life~*~*~. It'd be greatly appreciated if you bookmarked me or something instead).

I like to touch myself

to feel myself

to familiarize myself with my own body

I like to glide my hands up and down my legs after a few days of not shaving, and feel the rough stubble pricking at my skin

I like to tense my legs and trace the small muscle that results on my calves

I like to suck my stomach in, pretend I’m skinny, and trace circles around my belly button

I like to squish my breasts, merely because they’re soft (and because they serve as free stress balls)

I like to hold my fingertips to my barely protruding collar bones, and wish they stuck out more

I like to run my fingers down my eyebrows, against my eyebrows, just to feel the little hairs move under the power of my hand

bodies are beautiful

why do we hide them?

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
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