parts bijou i think i had a dream last week, that someone touched my face and the scar on my eyebrow and said that it was beautiful. and it made me feel so good, that someone liked my scar. i said oh, i don't like it, but it's not completely true. it's part of me, and it may not be pretty but it's me. i wanted someone to like the parts of me that aren't that pretty, but i secretly like them as well. i like to look at my belly in the mirror, soft and full and fat. it's not pretty but it's a part of me. i only dislike it when i put my clothes on and walk out into the world. i expect someone to love all the parts of me, my scars and my flesh and muscles, bones and bumps. 050509 ... nom she laughed putting my name together with his in a sitting tree way part of me cried part of me laughed 060120 ... nom felt like 1994 060120 what's it to you? who go blather from