DearTonya

Ever since I was a child, I was very peculiar about my body and my eating habits. I remember comparing myself to the other girls in my class. I would always come to the same conclusion. I was too short, too fat, my hair was wrong, my clothes were wrong, I was all wrong. I would come home from school and spend hours in front of the mirror, sucking in my stomach hard. When it came dinnertime, I'd pick around my plate. This was not because I was trying to lose weight. I had not, at that point, made the connection between food and weight. By middle school, the other girls had started to develop breasts. They grew taller, ganglier. Got asses. I h

I'm in touch with my life but I usually can't see I've got bullet holes in every wall I've put up but I cant seem to shoot 'em down (I should be burning them with the fire in my heart) I give grace like I take it God knows I need it So do your wrong against me and I'll try to recall all I've done against you I hope home really is where your heart is It certainly isn't here (on earth that is) Cause I'm a thousand miles away (from everywhere I don't wanna be) Thanks for the knowledge I'd rather know my sins than to trample on flowers in your fields and not say sorry Let me hear your voice, it's much prettier than mine I