Investigations of the Self and Love
I told myself last week that I was pretty,
that my body was not merely bone and blood,
but something worth fawning over.
That affirmation does not always feel true,
at times it feels baseless, as if it were
but a speck of dust that a burst of wind
could uproot in an instant.
I am not the woman I want to be
Truth changes daily, and whenever
the nights get long, I try to unravel
the thoughts that slump my shoulders.