Thursday, June 18, 2009
I wanna grow up. I want to meet a nice boy. Maybe he will date me, not rape me. I wanna leave this island, go to college and learn how to use the computer, balance a checkbook, play the piano, paint huge portraits, meet a nice boy, go to the opera, see Europe and visit the United States. I wanna wear a pretty dress. My body is mine, it is not yours to use and abuse. I am beautiful, inside and out. I wanna grow up. ~ written by Deb~ today as I am making my "dress " project (click here to learn more) I am mindful of those beautiful faces in Isla Mujeres when I lived there. All I can do is what I can do, can you?