Every morning I check myself,
and every night too,
and sometimes after I ***
hiding in the shower stalls
under sterile florescent lights
I can see the fat,
how it hangs down my body and
melts off my chest,
a misshapen bag of
curdled yogurt,
yellow
If I pull my stomach in,
*******
straining
the lumpy muscle peeps through,
deformed and grotesque
And yet,
I cannot help but notice
how my ribs show through my chest,
stubbornly squeezing through the fat and
forcing the flesh to my hips,
refusing to comply.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
Every morning I check myself,
and every night too,
and sometimes after I ***
hiding in the shower stalls
under sterile florescent lights
I can see the fat,
how it hangs down my body and
melts off my chest,
a misshapen bag of
curdled yogurt,
yellow
If I pull my stomach in,
*******
straining
the lumpy muscle peeps through,
deformed and grotesque
And yet,
I cannot help but notice
how my ribs show through my chest,
stubbornly squeezing through the fat and
forcing the flesh to my hips,
refusing to comply.
© 2010 by Kayla Knight