womanhood

survivinglovely
Mar 19, 2024
1 min read

I’m hungry. Hungry for money, power, talent, food. We are all hungry for something. But we are told not to eat. We’ve had too much, we are too much. We never finish that last bite, the last step. To feel like a burden, yet carrying all the weight.

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