flamingchicken

Tayla is dancing. It's nothing much, it may not seem like anything at all to the passerby, but Tayla's dancing and that's everything in the world to me.     So come on, sit with me. Watch her twirl and slip her arms. Come sit and I'll tell you a story.     Once upon a time, not long ago but certainly in a galaxy far far away there was a little girl. She lived.     She lived in a house with little orange shutters and a bright yellow door. She lived with a mother and a father who loved each other very much. Loved her very much.     But she didn't love herself at all.       She'd sit in her room with her music up loud and think horribl