bodies

I wish you didn’t tell me I was

ugly beyond belief

and no one would ever love me.

Because now

I am sitting in the courtyard of

a museum somewhere in London

and she looks just like me.

Hands like trunks,

tubby flesh like a small canyon

peeking out from her dress sleeves.

Sitting under a scorching sun,

tummies looking friendly

popping out,

breathing.

Hair in soft braids,

pulled back so brave,

her neck almost as short as mine

not a straight line but like

perfectly piped icing.

I wish you didn’t call me fat.

Name my body after a word,

when I am

soft like a puddle,

puffy like cream,

painted like sunsets.

I am not a movie

I am a girl and everything I have

you can’t get enough of from

www.

pornhub.

com

I am not a museum,

I am its visitor

and I am sitting out in the sun

for the first time

realising how I am

just like everyone else.

I wish you didn’t leave me mourning

for this ugly body

because I am so fucking beautiful

and I wish I knew that before I believed you.