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the making of a song: call it what you want (x)

Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut and my hair bleached. Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me. Flashback to my mistakes my rebounds, my earthquakes. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me. And I woke up just in time. Now I wake up by your side. My one and only, my lifeline.

“[My] 20′s were really, really fun, but I also sort of equate my 20′s to … walking into a costume shop, and trying on all these different costumes. And then like, walking out of the costume shop— in my regular outfit— and being like, ‘I’m cool with who I am.’ … one thing going into my 30′s that I’m really stoked about is [that] I now can really recognize and diagnose toxic messages being sent to me by society, by culture, about like, my body … I’m a woman, I’m not a coat hanger. I need to feel healthy in my life, and I need to take pleasure in food, and I need to not use my body as like, an exercise of control when I feel out of control in my life.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:･✧* :ﾟ･✧