a safe space
Dec 06, 2020
2 minutes
My dentist is a bitch. Not because she pokes around in the nooks of my mouth like they’re the dusty creases of an empty Cheezels bag, or because she makes me wear speed-dealer sunnies while staring at photos of her family at the snow, but because when I was 11 years old, she profoundly shifted my self-image for the worse with nine little words: “You
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