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