body language · 31/08/2008 09:40 pm by Bron
There’s a photo that will take centre place on my fridge for a while. I can never have too many reminders.
In Troop Cafe, with a sickening grin across my face, I have my bare feet up, aimed at the camera. My souls are filthy, black from heel to toe.
My body is a gift. It’s good to me. And I really need to respect it. Be good to it.
