David Baxter PhD
Late Founder
Never The Truth
By cre8pc on growing up
September 9, 2009
When I was young
I despised Me
Me was this body I disconnected from at every opportunity.
Me was a little girl, pixie haircut, bangs cut too high.
Me was the girl they called ?Slut? because of a rumor.
That wasn?t true.
Old me never thought she was pretty.
Old me hated math, science and brussel sprouts.
New me likes science now.
It doesn?t have to be true.
Young me had big sparkling eyes. When I look at her now, in photos, she is so pretty.
Young me didn?t have breasts the size of watermelons. Rode horses bareback and bra-less. So free.
Young me swore every one was luckier, smarter, sexier and loved.
That was never the truth.
Old me was so perfect
but only God knew it back then.
New me knows better now.
By cre8pc on growing up
September 9, 2009
When I was young
I despised Me
Me was this body I disconnected from at every opportunity.
Me was a little girl, pixie haircut, bangs cut too high.
Me was the girl they called ?Slut? because of a rumor.
That wasn?t true.
Old me never thought she was pretty.
Old me hated math, science and brussel sprouts.
New me likes science now.
It doesn?t have to be true.
Young me had big sparkling eyes. When I look at her now, in photos, she is so pretty.
Young me didn?t have breasts the size of watermelons. Rode horses bareback and bra-less. So free.
Young me swore every one was luckier, smarter, sexier and loved.
That was never the truth.
Old me was so perfect
but only God knew it back then.
New me knows better now.