I find myself confounded
Playing Contortion with my fingers
and thighs
I widen my eyes
and **** in my cheeks
and smile with the grimace of sleek
I take up my neck
Scrape up my hair, hunching my
shoulders, til my collar bone is bare
I squish in my ****
And I hide my arm fat, pronouncing
my **** by arching my back
but alas
I've shoved my stomach forward
My **** appears flabby, I **** in
the stomach, delay being 'saggy'
again
I've breathed in too far,
now the waist is too large, but outwards
sees the stomach, again, far too large
so I look to my legs
I again perceive dregs, of stretchy
spotty, teenagehood, and the memories
dredge up insecurities
I tiptoe round my vessel with dread
I've thought of every possibility in my head
I've reminded myself of
health
vitality
living
Yet when I stare at the fat
I feel I give myself too much slack
start sieving out imperfections
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
I find myself confounded
Playing Contortion with my fingers
and thighs
I widen my eyes
and **** in my cheeks
and smile with the grimace of sleek
I take up my neck
Scrape up my hair, hunching my
shoulders, til my collar bone is bare
I squish in my ****
And I hide my arm fat, pronouncing
my **** by arching my back
but alas
I've shoved my stomach forward
My **** appears flabby, I **** in
the stomach, delay being 'saggy'
again
I've breathed in too far,
now the waist is too large, but outwards
sees the stomach, again, far too large
so I look to my legs
I again perceive dregs, of stretchy
spotty, teenagehood, and the memories
dredge up insecurities
I tiptoe round my vessel with dread
I've thought of every possibility in my head
I've reminded myself of
health
vitality
living
Yet when I stare at the fat
I feel I give myself too much slack
start sieving out imperfections
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