My body is not your temple
I’ve grown it
Bigger than you want
But you insist that it’s no longer worthy
Instead a grave to mourn over a person who was

My mind suffers from the reminder that I’ll never be enough
Only the was and the better
The one who you’d prefer me to be
A symbol that has been broken

My health is a prize to you
Something that at this very moment is actually a disappointment
No longer beautiful in any light
Just a thing to side eye and sigh