This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
Bruises on my thighs.
Pinching and pinching and pinching.
Trying to focus on the pain
and not the feeling of worthlessness running through my brain.
.
I’m worthless,
.
Pinching and pinching and pinching.
A smattering of small, violent spots–ranging from cherry red to plum purple–
litter my thighs.
.
I’m useless,
.
Pinching and pinching and pinching.
Tears run an incriminating trail down my checks
dissolving the facade I tried my best to maintain.
.
I deserve this.