Like a Mother F*cking Boss
My confidence started slipping out of my fingers seven years ago. It had left the entire upper part of my body a year later. By the next year, all that was left was a tiny drop in my pinky toe. I was a tattooed, vibrant haired, loud as hell mother who’d shriveled into some scared little thing. It was pathetic. […]
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The Real Person!
The Real Person!