She's counting calories and mumbling numbers aloud,
making minute adjustments to the value they've assigned her.
Determined at birth, but her worth should be more impacted by what she's found.
She dreams of the day when she can throw figures away and have her intangibles defined:
the tone of her speech,
whittled down beliefs,
her finger-***** sharpness of mind.

She tracks the dates and diets while waiting,
not impatient nor growing frustrated.
With faith, she knows there will come a day when she'll finally be loved by the blind.