Just A Body. 

(Fair share of body woes. Never satisfied and you just keep going at it, even if it kills you inside. Because out of sight, out of mind, and here we go all over again.) 

The body is always subjected to 


And it is almost as if 

I live in a borrowed shell 

Belonging to anybody else but 


Always too fat too skinny too tall too short too tan too fair too ripped too whole too old too young 

To care about health 

So an apple a day 

Keeps the critics at bay 
But what do I do about the colour I was given 
Bleached hair bleached skin bleached eyes 


To fit 


“life is so much more beautiful and complex than a number on a scale” 
This empowerment 

New-age of enlightenment 

Hopeful wonderment 
“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”  
This perpetuation 

Reinforcing perfection 


A body





Flesh and blood. 

Is that not enough? 


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