(There was a previous photo of me going into an outhouse. lol)
I didn’t actually go into the outhouse. It’s like my least favorite place in the world. I prefer bushes. And I don’t poop. I’m a princess, and princesses don’t poop.
California Golden Poppy by Sam Craft
This is me thinking I am standing up straight. I have no idea what I look like most of the time. Am I a bendy doll? Now I’m starting to realize why guys might think I want their number.
Between the Poopies and the Poppies
I have a difficult time understanding the middle ground.
I am at one extreme or the other.
I am a prude or I am sexy.
I am trying whole heartedly or I give up.
I am excited or I am bored.
I am starving or I have no appetite.
I hyper extend my body backwards or I hunch forward.
I smile huge or I frown deep.
I have extreme hope or I have extreme sorrow.
I feel joy or I feel agony.
I think I’m cute enough or I believe I’m too ugly to leave the house.
I worry obsessively or I let everything go.
I am overly fatigued or I have extreme energy.
I cling or I walk away.
I smoother another or I want nothing to do with a person.
I overshare or I clam up.
I’m talkative or I want complete silence.
I obsess or I walk away in disinterest.
I am confident or I am insecure.
I like myself or I hate myself.
I’m trying to find that middle ground, somewhere between the poopies and poppies.
Between the crap and the sunshine.
Between the stench and sweetness.
Between the ugly and the beauty.
I just don’t know how to get there.