figure 11/2/2016
I have always struggled with knowing my body. Starved myself in hopes I would disappear. Was ashamed being pregnant with three children. 

Upset I have not lost those baby pounds. A skeleton wrapped in too much flesh. 

I would never cook again if it were not for my hungry husband.

Drawing, I blankly stare…WORDLESS.

The images provoke endless fear.
Everything in the movement,
the raw knowledge,
the possibility.

EYES staring at me.

It is not that I want to cover head-to-toe,
I just do not want to know my body.

Art Poetry Soul Journal

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