my body
i wrote this about, well, my body. i don't have a lot of love for it. it's a hard ask — from anyone. i wish things were different for me, but they aren't.
the full copy, in word:
How do I thank this body?
I don’t want to.
Mine is not like yours.I’ve spent so long writing about it.
Thinking about it.
Talking about it.
Because mine is not like yours.The only place I look at it is my mirror at home.
With all the lights turned off.
All but one gentle light.
My eyes are looking back at these eyes.
They don’t know they’re the same.Mine is not like yours.
Mine is not like yours.
I don’t want to love.
I don’t want to have to love.Mirror, you know me.
I cover my face.
Then I’m not looking.
Then it’s not my body.
I don’t have to love.This is not like yours.
This is not like yours.
when i posted this poem (or whatever it is) on instagram, the platform suggested a song to go with it.
it's now a staple in my music library. i'm a little...surprised.
i love these bit from the lyrics:
Wake up at 2 p.m. just to fall back asleep
Another day is gone, I don't want to be me
I don't think I could be more than I am
But people in my life, they believe in me.