If you must compare our bodies to the land we walk on, know that I will not waste time talking about the valley of my lovers breasts or compare my feet to the roots of trees. Instead, know that my thighs were unclaimed land. I hoped one day they would be explored by the lips of my partner or the hands of a one night mistake. Instead, my once virgin thighs have been claimed by the depression lurking in my mind. Using razors as explorers and evil thoughts as directions, I became a badland.
