I wish I had a summer body.

A Beach Body.


One I didn’t want to shrink.


Cutting away at the fat.

Tuck this and Nip that.


Suck me dry.


I want to be swallowed by the body I was once in.





Compared to things like feathers and petals and tiny beautiful things


I am tired of being sturdy

Rock solid


I cry when someone says

“Wow you look amazing.”


Because how can something I despise be seen as anything that great.