different
1 min readOct 15, 2020
I do not feel different.
I do not feel like my arms have stretched
Or that my skin has sagged.
In fact the only change I see
Is the crease below my right eye
That taunts me in the reflection.
I still feel lumpy,
Bumpy other days.
Full and overflowing.
Now, however, the too big
Doesn’t fit me physically
It soothes me as I sit
And talk to myself
Differently.
With a softer voice,
It tells me I am too big to feel small,
To waste time and feel worthless.
On a dystopian sunset
I could never dreamt
That I would ever feel
Different.
But, I do.