I shed my self-hatred
(That was really yours to begin with, you dick)
and grew wings of acceptance that were decorated with love.
Bright spots blooming like flowers
as I unfurled them, still tender, to the world.
Saying "This is me, like it or fuck off."
I am more than my body
I am my mind, soul and heart
Just floating in a fleshy cocoon.
My mantra is love as I peruse the swimsuits
Thinking maybe a bikini this year
No, definitely a bikini, fuck onepieces.
I grab size after size
trying not to think about the numbers
that have started to attach themselves to the X
XL Wtf, must be made small
0X Damn my boobs grew, sweet I guess
1X It's about the fit not the size, you are not a number
2X .....compressed silence
I leave the 3X on it's hanger
I leave them all on their hangers
a double rainbow of disappointments.
"Hip-slimming"
"Waist cinching"
"Breast reducing"
And of course most importantly
black.
Funeral Beach Chic
Where curves come to die
and body-positivity means
you don't grab the shorts of shame.
This time at least.
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So I entered this collection into the 2019Wattys. What does that mean? Well I haven't a clue, been writing on here since 2012 and I have never took the time to learn about them. But hey I entered them this year, so I guess I'll find out...maybe...
But if you have to vote, or get a chance to vote (where I again have no idea) then it would mean a lot if you voted for this. But only if you want to, not going to force you to do something but if you have gotten this far then I think you might like what I do so....
Thank you all again for the support and sorry I have been gone for so long, I had to take a break due to medical issues but I am back now!
Enough ranting
Peace
M.Alice :)
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Just Watch Me
PoetryA collection of random bits of my life, poems, and general musings. Most likely going to be focusing on Queer issues.