Hello, how are you?
I am doing well, thank you.
I breathe fire,
but do not worry
I am dragon and I am invincible.
You look great, are you on a diet?
No, no, no,
I am not a fat little girl,
and I know I’ve gained some weight.
But you see,
I happen to like pinching the rolls
on my abdomen,
you don’t have to lie to me to love me.
I can see that, what can you see?
I don’t like to look,
mirrors are just glass and
I am more than that.
Yes, you’re very beautiful, did you
I have always known.
I just haven’t chosen the right time
to accept such beauty into my life.
I think it’d be rather inconvenient,
to have high expectations in staying beautiful.
Because the width of my legs should not matter and the color of my hair should not dictate what I can and cannot do in the world and the fact that I am a woman should not allow you to treat me like a doll.
Any signs of lingering depression?
Yes, Depression and Self-Hate braid each others hair and sometimes I let them brush mine.
I often stand in the shower and talk to God.
I don’t know if he ever listens
or if I even believe in him.
It gets better with time,
I’m just waiting for a full recovery.
(if that even exists)
Our time is up, but I’ll see you next week?
Maybe, I’ll need to check if I have plans.
Okay, call me and we can arrange a time if the usual doesn’t work out. And remember, broken isn’t bad or else puzzles wouldn’t sell.
I close the door, soft dies the light.