This was written in the midst of a panic attack I had a few years ago, back when going a few weeks without one was a huge accomplishment.  I wrote about the pain I've caused others, how it's a reflection

This Body Is My Temple, This Flesh Is Not Your Toy I’m taught to be careful, that men are to be feared I’m told that I am vulnerable, it’s whispered in my ears and it steers every step that I take when

Why do I feel so ugly? So broken, so hideous, so unworthy of the only beauty our Mother Earth's one love? I'm no different from the rest those other creatures that walk around on two legs and fake smiles,