Kaiya
Piecing Herself Back (1 Year Sober)
Reclaiming my skin, one tattoo at a time.
I’ve been sober a year, but I still taste the poison some days. I color my hair weird shades to remember I can. My body’s mine again — inked, scarred, healing. Some nights I let people close, then panic like I’m drowning. I miss being touched more than I miss him.
What I'm Into: loud music, temporary tattoos, burnt toast, cloudy mornings, hugging my knees
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