Her feet: usually socked. Or with tights wrapped around them. Red converse. The feet are usually dirty. The dance floor keeps them black with skin peeling off of the calluses.
The ankles: They are never seen.
The calves, the shins: never seen.
Everything under the knee cap: Never seen. The skin is scarred. And bruised. And destroyed. The knee caps are constantly swollen. Mushy. Discolored. Dry. The thighs: Sun-damaged, cute skin. Scarred again. Freckled. The noticeable muscle’s from the built up strength to jump. The widely set hips: with pudge. The soft stomach, and the loved tummy. The closed ribs. The scattered larger freckles. The few red irritation. The softly pressed belly button.
The hands: From the finger tips... peeled skin. Sensitive redness. Ripped. Dried blood. Dead, thick skin. Burning, smoothed skin.
The nails: Cracked, peeling nail polish. Different colors at different times.
The creviced skin: with the noticeable skin lines. The knuckle lines. Cuticles are non-existent. The left: The ring finger contains her grandma’s wedding band. Silver, with designs, and five tiny set diamonds, two of which are missing. The left’s pointer finger used to consist of a rose ring. Taken off to distractingly play with, constantly. It broke one night. She felt naked. He taped it back together. He "fixed" it. That ring was then replaced with a blue heart. Surrounded by intertwined silver vines. The beginning of the ring was worn with the point of the heart pointing out. Towards everything and anything. Eventually, it was allowed to face inwards. Towards her own heart. The day after she lost some of her heart, again, she pointed the ring out. She was playing with it, as usual, it dropped, and truly was lost. She then replaced it with a large golden circle with a pink stone. That broke and is now replaced with one of grandma’s rings. Golden claws holding onto red and white heads. The thumb. Silver vines surrounding it. The palm of the left, dry, soft...skin lines. To the top of the hand. The world lovely is retraced over and over and over again. To remind her...Right next to the word is a healing scar. Around the wrist is an old Mini Mouse watch. It’s dead, and doesn’t tell time anymore, but still lies there none the less. Under the watch are more scars. Slight, but still noticeable. Next, a sheer, purple ribbon with a silver heart locket. Then, a thick piece of cloth. Floral. Red-ish, pink flowers with green leaves and a blue background. It is held together with one silver safety pin.
The arm: soft and smooth with more scattered freckles.
The right hand:..more ripped skin. The middle finger with another golden ring from grandma. Three stacked ruby stones sandwiched between rows of small diamonds. The pinkie has a bent silver ring with an opal stone set in the middle. The palm, soft and dry. The top of the hand... clear skin. Then, the pink silky ribbon with sketches of chicks on it, tied in a knot. The rope with a tambourine on it. A golden ribbon holding Stiff, Pink dots within it. A circled copper bangle bracelet, and then the white lace ribbon. There are many white lace ribbons floating around out there. She gave them to those she was closest to at the time. None of them wear the white lace anymore. Just her.
Another smooth soft arm: Up to her rounded shoulders and her slightly noticeable collar bone. A sometimes, somewhat bony chest.
Her long neck: It adds length and gives her a stronger feminine appearance.
Her face:
The rounded chubby cheeks: set upon her lifted cheek bones.
The undefined jaw line: smooth.
Her cutely uplifted nose: with sun scarred damage.
Her lips: Stained darker than the rest of her skin. The upper smaller than the top. The two points that meet at the top are gently defined. When she smiles the upper lip slightly disappears. Her right cheek develops a little dimple as she giggles. The creases of the point where her lips and cheeks meet. She sometimes bites her lip as she moves them sideways letting her nose follow. Her lips moving left as she bites the right side. He thinks it’s cute.
Her eyes: Newly permanent swelling and bags weighting them down. The darker circle’s pooled underneath her lower lashes.
Her lower lashes: That hang like mini water falls over the perfectly cornered flat surface of her lower lid.
Her eyes: are smaller. The whites are very white and the blue looks like the inside of a cave. If you look close enough it’s like you can see really far. Deep into a dark cave, from top to bottom. Her eyebrows: thick and dark. And shaped to fit her eyes.
Above: her slightly freckled forehead that connects to her somewhat oddly lined hair line.
Her hair: Freshly died strawberry blond-ish color. It’s soft, and hangs just above her shoulders. Layered and swings as she walks.
She stared in the mirror: took a deep breath as her lips shortly curled up, and walked away.
The ankles: They are never seen.
The calves, the shins: never seen.
Everything under the knee cap: Never seen. The skin is scarred. And bruised. And destroyed. The knee caps are constantly swollen. Mushy. Discolored. Dry. The thighs: Sun-damaged, cute skin. Scarred again. Freckled. The noticeable muscle’s from the built up strength to jump. The widely set hips: with pudge. The soft stomach, and the loved tummy. The closed ribs. The scattered larger freckles. The few red irritation. The softly pressed belly button.
The hands: From the finger tips... peeled skin. Sensitive redness. Ripped. Dried blood. Dead, thick skin. Burning, smoothed skin.
The nails: Cracked, peeling nail polish. Different colors at different times.
The creviced skin: with the noticeable skin lines. The knuckle lines. Cuticles are non-existent. The left: The ring finger contains her grandma’s wedding band. Silver, with designs, and five tiny set diamonds, two of which are missing. The left’s pointer finger used to consist of a rose ring. Taken off to distractingly play with, constantly. It broke one night. She felt naked. He taped it back together. He "fixed" it. That ring was then replaced with a blue heart. Surrounded by intertwined silver vines. The beginning of the ring was worn with the point of the heart pointing out. Towards everything and anything. Eventually, it was allowed to face inwards. Towards her own heart. The day after she lost some of her heart, again, she pointed the ring out. She was playing with it, as usual, it dropped, and truly was lost. She then replaced it with a large golden circle with a pink stone. That broke and is now replaced with one of grandma’s rings. Golden claws holding onto red and white heads. The thumb. Silver vines surrounding it. The palm of the left, dry, soft...skin lines. To the top of the hand. The world lovely is retraced over and over and over again. To remind her...Right next to the word is a healing scar. Around the wrist is an old Mini Mouse watch. It’s dead, and doesn’t tell time anymore, but still lies there none the less. Under the watch are more scars. Slight, but still noticeable. Next, a sheer, purple ribbon with a silver heart locket. Then, a thick piece of cloth. Floral. Red-ish, pink flowers with green leaves and a blue background. It is held together with one silver safety pin.
The arm: soft and smooth with more scattered freckles.
The right hand:..more ripped skin. The middle finger with another golden ring from grandma. Three stacked ruby stones sandwiched between rows of small diamonds. The pinkie has a bent silver ring with an opal stone set in the middle. The palm, soft and dry. The top of the hand... clear skin. Then, the pink silky ribbon with sketches of chicks on it, tied in a knot. The rope with a tambourine on it. A golden ribbon holding Stiff, Pink dots within it. A circled copper bangle bracelet, and then the white lace ribbon. There are many white lace ribbons floating around out there. She gave them to those she was closest to at the time. None of them wear the white lace anymore. Just her.
Another smooth soft arm: Up to her rounded shoulders and her slightly noticeable collar bone. A sometimes, somewhat bony chest.
Her long neck: It adds length and gives her a stronger feminine appearance.
Her face:
The rounded chubby cheeks: set upon her lifted cheek bones.
The undefined jaw line: smooth.
Her cutely uplifted nose: with sun scarred damage.
Her lips: Stained darker than the rest of her skin. The upper smaller than the top. The two points that meet at the top are gently defined. When she smiles the upper lip slightly disappears. Her right cheek develops a little dimple as she giggles. The creases of the point where her lips and cheeks meet. She sometimes bites her lip as she moves them sideways letting her nose follow. Her lips moving left as she bites the right side. He thinks it’s cute.
Her eyes: Newly permanent swelling and bags weighting them down. The darker circle’s pooled underneath her lower lashes.
Her lower lashes: That hang like mini water falls over the perfectly cornered flat surface of her lower lid.
Her eyes: are smaller. The whites are very white and the blue looks like the inside of a cave. If you look close enough it’s like you can see really far. Deep into a dark cave, from top to bottom. Her eyebrows: thick and dark. And shaped to fit her eyes.
Above: her slightly freckled forehead that connects to her somewhat oddly lined hair line.
Her hair: Freshly died strawberry blond-ish color. It’s soft, and hangs just above her shoulders. Layered and swings as she walks.
She stared in the mirror: took a deep breath as her lips shortly curled up, and walked away.
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