Body ImageThis is not the point but it is the truthBody Image by Angelgirlwithadream
I was seven the first time that I remember someone
Telling me I was too fat
It was some nameless person
That didn’t know what he or she was saying
Or what it would do to a little girl
Who still believed she could be a princess
Sometimes I think about that little girl
And I cry for her
Because she was so innocent
She didn’t know that there were rules
About what her body should be
This is not the point but it is the truth
I was ten
The first time someone called me ugly
And I didn’t know what to do
I was ten and I thought I looked okay
I should have been concerned
With my math homework that night
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it
Because every little girl wants to be pretty
This is not the point, but it is the truth
I was eleven
When I decided that I was going to change
So I developed a mantra
(Skinny is the only pretty)
And would repeat it whenever I got hungry
And suddenly I wouldn’t want food so much anymore
She-WolfBut there is a wolf in you,She-Wolf by Angelgirlwithadream
She’s the one that says those things that you always think are too forward.
That you bite you lip and never say.
Listen to her,
"Time has warped you," she'll whisper softly in you ear. "little one, you aren’t what you once were.
I see the bruises that reach far deeper than carbon,
And you know there is being polite and kind, and then, there is standing up for yourself
And you’ve begun to believe that you can’t do both."
(People have told you this: “Stop being a bitch” and you, you little darling you, have never wanted to be someone people don’t like. So you’ve become meek and have forgotten how to howl with all your heart.)
"You’ve always had the courage," she'll say. "To know when to hold your tongue and to stiff up your lip against all that they say."
She'll smile at you, all teeth and wit, cooing softly in the hopes that you'll hear her, caring as if you are bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh.
And I Will Return to YouMerlin calls Arthur back two months and three weeks after he leaves.And I Will Return to You by Angelgirlwithadream
He grabs the horn from the vaults in the middle of the night, sneaking through a still mourning city and he leaves, riding through the night, and he prays that Arthur will come – because Merlin doesn't know what he will do if he doesn't.
He'd tried to follow Arthur, but he – he just came back.
It terrified him.
He does not care for the consequences he needs Arthur. He hadn't realized how much his life revolved around the blonde man until he was gone, he hadn't known how much love he had held – he hadn't known, and their goodbye was to brief and Merlin –
He was scared; he needed to hear Arthur's voice, even if he revealed all the things that Merlin never wanted to hear.
He closes his eyes and presses his lips to the end and he blows.
He opens his eyes to a blinding light and then there is Arthur, dressed in red and white, blonde and blue eyed and so painstakingly familiar that it hurts, he swall