Deceased Matriarchs. Gram. Mom. As I move deeper into the dirt of terminal cancer & the disabilities it brings, I hear frustrated voices, scowling faces, because no one understands. I see shoulders & backs hunched over walkers & canes. I shuffle by the mirror. It’s me.
@charligirll • 4 JUNE 2021
I was the girl who couldn’t speak. I was so shy,