My body, now not quite the same,
shifting tides of womanhood
settled on my frame
sits still,
now feels more me than my name,
it’s holographic in
the morning light of my eyes.
I remember what I would have given
for my fat to have torn.
For my flesh to have worn down
and I smile.
See my skin, flesh,
adorned in only itself
isn’t perfect,
but my skin, flesh
adorned in only itself
is
Your body is beautiful
and terrifying
so batten down the hatches,
tie your spine to the mast,
this feeling you’re feeling
it too shall pass.
Illustration by ED LUCAS