Baby You're A Firework, Come

I Come From A Very Non-accepting Family, But I'm Very Accepting.

All This Money Can't Buy Me A Time Machine.

I Remember Really Vividly Kneeling By My Bed As A Nine-year-old, Saying My Prayers And Asking God To Give Me Boobs That Were So Big That If I Laid On My Back I Wouldn't Be Able To See My Feet.

You Dig Deep Beyond Those Scars And Find That Soft Tissue Again, And You Massage And Nurture It And Bring It To Life, Little By Little, Through Serving Yourself Well. I Did It Through Hikes And Vitamins And Therapy And Prayer And Good Friends.

I Had No Clue They Would Fall Into My Armpits Eventually.