Clothes with pricetags, and plastic
manniquins with dead eyes.
All I can see are sizes and labels,
and I want so much to not be here.
“If you just stopped worrying…”
“You have nothing to fret about, honey.”
“You’re not fat…I mean, you’re not exactly skinny,
but definitely not fat.”
All the reassurance in the world
does not change the afternoons
sequestered in my room,
my face glued to a mirror
If only the memories could be erased
as easily. So much has been taken from
me by forceful hands. All
kinds of survival are revenge.
Pass me by. Pay no attention
to the girl falling to pieces in
Old Navy. It started with a sweater
in the wrong size…
Sometimes I worry that my life
has the strength of butterfly wings.
I’ve been turned into a victim, but survived.
Hear this now, nobody can hurt me.
My aunt smelled like vanilla and warm
bread. When she hugged me,
I could feel her heart beating.
I just want to feel my heart beating….