"Mama, why does the butter girl have popsicles on her head?"
I swear you just can't make this stuff up. :o)
Perfect. Something I've spent my life trying to be. Something I can't seem to accept that I am not. Can't accept my own humanity really. My youth was dominated by abuse....mental, emotional, physical and sexual. I am an addict....formerly of shopping, sex, internet obsession, SI cutting and presently struggling with an eating disorder. This is my continued journey in hope of healing.
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DD is too precious!
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