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.