C-L-S

I have been called skinny by old friends 

I have been told I'm chubby by the internet

I have been told I'm somewhere in the middle 

a size S, M, and sometimes L

I don't like my tummy 

This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.

I flip through the first

Couple of pages,

I was around nine years old when I started to hate myself...

I was never good enough

I would tell myself...

I stopped eating

I skipped meals

I kept quiet because

I was never good enough

Leaning into you

I guess I

Couldn't resist

I was tired

It was instinct

Can I really fight instinct

When it's leading me to you?

The soft flutter of butterfly wings against

My skin

Scalding water to make tea 

Eggs Broken to cook an omelet 

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I wonder what I'd do if it were up to me 

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 Where I'd draw the line in the sand