If you know me,
You know that I am not pretty.
I am like an early Wednesday morning
In January
I am like the frost that clings to its windshield lover, unrelentingly--
When you’re already running ten minutes late.
I am not pretty.
This isn’t hidden information.

Today, a victory:
I have won the battle
against my denim jeans
oh, the victorious morning before work
happy day.
compressed, I waddle about the corridors
Yet my thighs still touch one another, the inseparable best friends, bonded by a mutual love of cupcakes.
My thighs demand silence, and your eyes
They are strong. But they are
Scattered with indents and other un-lovely things
My un-lovely body
Demands your eyes
Because I am not pretty, but
I am attention
I am compelling, for some reason
Inescapable, perhaps
It is because I am not cookie-cutter
Although I wish I was.

I walk among you; different
I am not pretty, but I am different
And different could be their pretty if you looked at it in the dark
Or on a Wednesday morning in January
Or through frost-coated glass
Couldn't it?