take a moment to realize you have never seen your face in person, just reflections and pictures
some scientists agree that if you saw a clone of yourself, you wouldn’t recognise it as you, because our idea of what we look like is so different from what we actually look like
This gave me anxiety
Girls suck in their abdomens
And stick out their chests
As if trying to make space
To cradle something in between
When they lie on their backs
And stare into the ceiling.
Boys say they love curves;
The curves of each dip in the ribs
Or the curves of a nourished, full stomach?
Girls want to take up less space
They want their old dresses to slide right off them.
They want to feel light and weightless
But what use is that
When the weight of the elephant
In the room crushes everything?
Girls want body contours and crevices and curves
And gaps and holes
And cracks and splinters
And bruises and chest pains
And blood and tears
But do they?
'He prefers skinnier girls,'
Or does he just prefer someone
Light enough to make him feel masculine
Someone petite enough to make him feel big?
Girls hang their skeletons in the closet
But the bones still begin to show
Under their skin.
I want the part of you that you refuse to give to anyone.