My lingerie.

So many weird little facets about ourselves. We all have little things that we do, things that bring us a comfort or a safety that we need. Some of us aware of what they are and where they come from and some of us not so much. Silly things that either bring us shame or …

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The Scar. I mean SCARF.

It's unfortunate that the scarf I have weaved into the fashion statements of most of my outfits has grown cold. A scarf that used to hug me gently is now more like a knife in my back. A pain that won't ever be healed. The pain of betrayal. I couldn't believe it when I was …

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