nobodysflower:

preteen summer feelings:

• mother worrying about the spaghetti straps on my tank top. “the wrong kind of attention.” 
• itching in my first wired bra. semicircle lines on my ribcage.
• the ice cream truck that only played sad songs for heartbroken girls
• self conscious when the tilt-a-whirl seat bar squishes my soft thighs 
• designing covers for mixed cds, heart stickers and bubble letters. 
• laying outside on a beach towel, squinting at sunlit pages of paperback books about daring girls with freckles and scars
• brambles in my socks and sand in my shorts
• sneaking in the swimming pool after dark. chlorine glow under firework stars. mermaids under the moon.
• promises to never love a boy. promises to never let them touch you.
• sickness growing in my stomach like milkweeds reaching to my throat when the school supplies letter comes in the mail. like a spell breaking.