Entry #0082
I am 2.5, 34C, 120, and 5’3. My GPA, bra size, weight, and height all in numeral value stand as my name as I go about my life. But she, the other side of me, is a woman. I am a singer, a poet, a hidden beauty and a natural comedian, but who cares? Numbers are what define me, NOT synonyms because numbers are easy and quick.
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Boys I’ve kissed. Obviously this number varies from person to person because I only confide in select individuals with certain details on my promiscuous lifestyle. I am also a Muslim girl who, by Islamic law, would be absolutely shamed because I put myself out in a light that shined the word ‘freedom’ on me. I wear the headscarf but don’t want to–my parents forced me. But I don’t give a shit because living a double lifestyle is so much easier.
Rambles and a jumble of thoughts are what would rule the book of my life. Everyday I write an invisible page, embedded in my mind and embroidered in my heart. My story, my struggles, and my sorrows remain hidden t those who know me personally, but to you, friendly stranger, you are my best friend. Because my story is yours.
This entry has been tagged with the following themes: identity, relationships, religion
