That morning he had been chucked out of his home onto the sidewalk, small ruck sack landing at his f
That morning he had been chucked out of his home onto the sidewalk, small ruck sack landing at his face, as his dad screamed incoherent obscenities back at him and his mom cowered somewhere inside in tears. So he left, left the only place he knew as home, tears in his eyes and heart broken. But each step he took his back slowly straitened, every meter he put between him and that house his heart felt stronger. His steps grew bolder and lighter, his body straighter and inch by inch taller. His greasy disheveled hair lightened, his features eased- eyes brighter and cheeks fuller. His thin starved frame filled out a little thicker, gaining a healthy glow and confident swagger. Each step those words, that weight melted away, replaced by warm hard pride till there was one damn cute man on the side of the road looking back with a cool sexy stare, confidently sticking out a thumb for a ride.It gets better. Maybe not cute as fuck, pick me up better, but there’s a confident thumbs out hitchhiker in everyone, who can look back while finding the way forward -- source link