Photo-and-Lit-Club

One day, I will be strong enough to throw off the ropes, the chains, the weights. I will pick myself up from the ground, and dust off the grime and grit of the past. I will be able to look at a mirror and see a scar-ridden warrior, one who has fought tooth and nail and won the pedestal where she stands today. And I will smile wryly and congratulate myself for making it this far. But until then, I will just be a trembling doll, yearning for the world's approval.  I will bite my patchwork lips and gaze at him through black-smeared eyes and tear-swollen lashes. I will feel my ribcage collapse when he crinkles his eyes just so at he