I like my bones.
When I see them, I feel normal.
I feel thin.These are the bones other people see.
It's what they don't see that I hate so much...
I hate the drooping flesh. The wrinkles. The puckers. The swag.
When I look in a mirror, even when I'm clothed,
the skin is all I see.
I wish I could just see me.
3 comments:
God Jen, I love you for your raw honesty.
I know how painful it is to despise one's own flesh. Here's to the hope that someday we can see past that.
I agree with Laura.
I'm surprised - and heartened - about how much alike we all look, both above and below the clothing.
*hugs*
*S*
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