There Is A Monster In My Closet
There is a monster in my closet and I can hear his voice in my head as I sift through my dresses: too tall, too big, too skinny, too much.
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There is a monster in my closet and I can hear his voice in my head as I sift through my dresses: too tall, too big, too skinny, too much.
You are loved. You are valued. You are enough.
The first steps out of the shower: smelling like lavender and cocoa butter, bare feet making little imprints in the soft bathroom rug, hair long and dripping down my back, my face naked and flushed in the foggy mirror.
The final steps are closer now; she wipes the back of her left arm across her forehead to absorb the sweat. Little beads have collected down her collarbone, her neck, the backs of her knees.