as I look in my closet
at what USED to fit
I’m tempted to feel
I’m not thin enough

disappointment rises up
discouragement sets in
a little despise of how I look

and then it dawns on me
why do I hold onto this part of the past
dangling in front of me like a carrot
reminding me of the size I was and the size I’m not

so I’ve decided to give away the old
too small
distant sizes
and love myself the weight I am
only leaving what fits me now in my view

if I end up losing weight
I’ll get more
if I don’t
I won’t

the pressure to be thinner
clearer
dressier
etc
is unknown to some
but intense for others

airbrushing creates an impossible goal
and drowns out the sound of true beauty

the heart