you tug at the edges of your hips, pooling your skin in your fingers
“i feel so fat”
you say
it’s funny
i was finally getting accustomed to the idea of my own body
i’d begun to catch glimpses of myself in the mirror
no longer being completely consumed by hatred at the sight of it
now, though
accompanying you
and seeing the vast differences in size; how your body is so, so much smaller than mine
and still you hate yourself
has taught me
that i should hate mine too.