light as a feather
fragile as a vase
cheekbones prominent on my face
rays of sunshine making their way
between my thighs
hipbones that stab like a knife
collarbones sticking out like a sore thumb
call me dumb
but
i want all these things
obviously i am not sane
don't say that my body
is perfectly okay
because it isn't to me
as i'm staring into the mirror
with tears streaming
down
down
down
the slope of my nose
and the curve of my cheek
don't say
"if you think you're fat, what does that make me?"
because when i look into a mirror
that is completely different thing
