I'm back alive I found out what was under my arms after a month it's called Hidradenitis suppurative aka HS it's a skin condition and I kid u not when I went to the doctor yesterday and she told me I was like you that's relief bc they said that it didn't come from me not cleaning it they just see it more from black women and so I was like no more worrying for me bc 2 nd semester I worried so much more bc it smelled under my arms and it was so uncomfortable even by a group of people bc they had to smell not the point of the fact that I thought it was infected so I was scared to death to hug those around me my bsfs and or my teachers bc I thought that I was gonna spread it to them as well so I kept to myself so I never got to talk to my crush bc I was scared of what she was gonna think of me 1 will she think I don't take showers or take care of my hygiene all around but I just wanna if there are more out there with this skin condition because this was very stressful even dealing with school
I think to myself am I perfect am I ok or am I just holding on. because honestly, it feels like we're gonna fall in plain sight because of the rollercoaster that runs out of place and a mind of its own. but that means you're still there to witness every piece of sorrow and every bucket of joy
When things don't go your way or you fall out of line and it breaks you down and you think to yourself. "I'm Alone" no you're not if anything love yourself, your to beautiful to cry and let go.So If all else fails Love yourself for who you are, love the quirky side of you because your Flaws is what makes you beautiful don't beat yourself up because your not perfect no ones perfect. Love You
But As our arms and legs and your neck kept up with a metal chain
and as your neck gives in, your arms bleed as you start to feel a cold sensation your body gives in. But now all you see is red, closed eyes, closed veins, no pulse, one servant
But here we are
Black Not white
White Bathrooms
Black Bathrooms
White seats, Black Seats
what is the point
isn't that white color or dark brownish color an illusion that our eyes see
or something that was just imagined
yet we're still fighting for something that was already ours something that we once owned was once snatched out of our hands as if it didn't matter
But what happened to the happiness from it all? Where do we get the laughter from?
Jackie Robinson Pursued his Happiness by playing what he loved to play just for fun
he never quite
was he on a diet to where he could never quite
the diet of happiness
he never wanted a riot when you gave him your worst he denied it
And applied it
but now all you will see is a legend
who not only dealt with your fuss
but see it all the things that occurred
only to know that he was unheard until you revealed Jackie
You were only supposed to sit back and watch him unwind before your eyes
This story and photoset was made by kio on Commaful, a site where people write short stories, poems, jokes, blog posts and more in a beautiful visual format.
Acknowledging that we have a chance at First glance at love.
Only now are the unspoken words kept unpublished away from those who seek to find our weakness.
Inside, alone, private, as we keep our frustration inside.
As your body aches in pain, in addition to trying to maintain the screaming and the yelling inside your mind.
And as you grow weaker and unsafer.
The world will wrap his hands around you and tell you everything is all right.
Because the world loves you even when tumbling and fumbling down
So what will yet remain is love.