Anatomically speaking

Sometimes
I want my body to show you how I’ve changed.
My skin with a healthy glow
with fewer scars, marks, creases.
My stomach less indulged,
more starved.

And you’ll all say:
“Wow, you’ve really changed”
As if my appearance is an exhibition.
You see me, but you aren’t really looking.
As if my looks would display anything to anyone:
I am what I am.
My skin stretching over my bones
won’t show you how hard I’ve worked
to be myself, to become myself, to accept myself.

So when you look at me and say:
“You look well, you’ve really lost weight.”
Don’t look there.
This body
doesn’t tell the whole story.
My eyes
will tell you everything you need to know.

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Twigg

wandering, laughing, boycotting evil, environmentalism, puns, vegetarianism, writing, annoying whoever will stick around long enough, writing music, singing, innuendo, busking, snowboarding and awkward leaning are all things I'm either enjoying or attempting with varying degrees of success.

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