Aug 2018
I look, and I’m still a size 10
Dissecting into 2x5’s
Barely a medium and yet ‘repulsion’ is a disservice
Tracing lumps like a child, toxins filling the innocence behind eye sockets, pupils, an iris
Tree trunks, mountains but nature is too kind
A feeling of nausea without relief
A desire to claw the flesh away
Divide by two atleast
Within the mask subtract again
Find fact beneath the fuckery.
I’m just a size ten.
Dissecting into 2x5’s
Barely a medium and yet ‘repulsion’ is a disservice
Tracing lumps like a child, toxins filling the innocence behind eye sockets, pupils, an iris
Tree trunks, mountains but nature is too kind
A feeling of nausea without relief
A desire to claw the flesh away
Divide by two atleast
Within the mask subtract again
Find fact beneath the fuckery.
I’m just a size ten.
As a young woman I continue to watch my friends despise they way the look, some find it hard to look in a mirror.
We are either too skinny or too fat, too tall or too short.
Anything other than the impossibility
of perfection is less than.
We are either too skinny or too fat, too tall or too short.
Anything other than the impossibility
of perfection is less than.
