shoutout to all the girls + women who have thick, dark, and abundant body hair and have to spend time and energy shaving every single day if they don’t want to be harassed by loved ones + strangers alike
shoutout to all the girls + women who decided its not worth their time, even if they only skip sometimes, and endure criticism, harassment, and stigma as the price for their own freedom of time + comfort
I’m not going to call you, even though I want to, because it should be you calling me.
I’m not going to call you, even though I want to, because hearing your voice sends shivers down my skin and it’s already cold enough in this bed without you.
I’m not going to call you, even though I want to, because if I don’t hear you say it, I can imagine your voice waking me up tomorrow.
I’m not going to call you, even though I want to, because in 11 hours I can wake up and pretend to forget you for another 11 hours until I’m sleeping again.
I’m not going to call you, even though I need to, because maybe tomorrow you’ll see all the weight I’ve lost and the ashen color of my face from bleeding out on your doorstep.
I’m not going to call you, even though I have to, because maybe I don’t have to at all.
My mom came in my room yesterday and said, “Have you seen Lora?” No, I told her. No, I haven’t. “It’s the strangest thing,” she said. “She’s stopped answering my calls, she’s stopped eating dinner, she’s stopped responding when I call her name. I saw her last week and when I asked her a question she just looked at me blankly.” I looked at her blankly. “Now she’s just disappeared completely. Say, by the way, who are you?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” “Alright. Well, if you see Lora, let me know.” I nodded, turned back to the blank wall, closed my eyes, and disappeared completely.