(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
“life is so much more beautiful and complex than a number on a scale”
New-age of enlightenment
“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”
Flesh and blood.
Is that not enough?