(she said)
today i stared at myself naked in front of the mirror
taking a good look at myself.
i mentally marked and circled my flaws
my point of humility.
the trouble was the exterior didn't match the image
i held inside my mind. another clash with reality.
imperfectly structured.
i counted the constellation of scars on my legs
the size of my thighs.
the long white stretch marks that drop down my sides.
the breakout under the beard that hides my double chin.
i took my medication for the first time in a month.
made a list of things i needed to get from the grocery store.
such are my growing pains.
and i began walking away now, one step at a time,
until i can feel like i'm walking on air again.
walking on air.
on my own.
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