a poem about makeup, survival, and girlhood as quiet rebellion
"and when you say I look beautiful, remember—
this face was assembled with intention,
not for you to consume
but for me to endure."
I feel this in my bones.
Rose 🥹
That’s the highest honor — to have something I wrote enter bone marrow level.
This line came from somewhere deeper than skin, and I’m so grateful it reached you.
We endure. And we reclaim every inch of the face they once thought was theirs to name.
Thank you for seeing it. For feeling it.
🖤
Great artical I really enjoyed it
thank you ☺️
"and when you say I look beautiful, remember—
this face was assembled with intention,
not for you to consume
but for me to endure."
I feel this in my bones.
Rose 🥹
That’s the highest honor — to have something I wrote enter bone marrow level.
This line came from somewhere deeper than skin, and I’m so grateful it reached you.
We endure. And we reclaim every inch of the face they once thought was theirs to name.
Thank you for seeing it. For feeling it.
🖤
Great artical I really enjoyed it
thank you ☺️