my body
your bones protruding through skin
nails through blocks of wood
this is not love.
and skipping dessert
for a boy
who never looks in your direction
this will not make him notice you.
but i will hold you tight
my beautiful body
where stretch marks and scars abound
and we will love each other
this is a new day.
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