Retrospect.
by denayarose
I am a regrettable 14. I am worried about my frizzy hair and my overgrown brows and my elf ears and my tiny baby toenails. I am not an elegant person. I tuck mints into my backpack before school, hoping that another girl will notice that her breath smells right before talking to her crush and she’ll lean over and ask if I have a mint and I’ll say yes I do while handing her a mint and she’ll say you’re a lifesaver and we will become best friends. Teenage worries cover the complexity of my story. I can’t put the pieces together here or now, so I go through each day as it comes and file the evidence away for future use.
This one makes my heart open up. “Who would accept me unless I have something to offer them?”. It’s an old narrative in my life as well.
Thanks again for your thoughtful comment. 🙂
Also, I love the simplicity of this. It makes it all the more vulnerable and painful.
Reblogged this on MelaninOriginal.
Simply beautiful and honest.
There are people in this blog community that really stand by your side, madame. Keep writing and never stop.
Thank you so much for the support.
Relatable. Honest. The lifesaver, always was my role.. mostly to know I’d have something of value not just offer opinion..because that’s the only certainty of adolescence, having an opinion. You’re a beauty, not just a tugboat.
Thank you!