Child of God

My name is Tracy. I’m human and I’m a child of God.   I am not ridiculous or an idiot as you called me today. I don’t need to “grow-up” just because I’m upset. Honestly, you telling me to grow-up is you calling the kettle black: you blasted me while you were half naked, frustrated for not getting what you wanted.   I am not my illness or weight. I am not perfect.   I am an artist, a photographer, a writer who feels things. Perhaps I am sensitive — after all I am a human being who feels...

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