Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Plane Jane


I'm just your average girl, the girl whose never happy with her body, i hate my legs. I can't stand the sight of them. I comfort eat, to ease the pain of nothing? I am the girl with the hair thats always a mess, that is never straight. The tangled lions mane. I know I'm not perfect, but why should I complain, least I'm alive I have the most amazing friends and thats all I could really wish for.
Henrietta Anne Shorter


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