Yikes, there's K.
It's been a while since I saw her sorry face,
I whisper little lies about invisible flaws
She's gained weight, look at her:
Bloated belly, sausage stems
but theres color in her cheeks
and laugh lines, softening her rigid features
I'm standing in a mirror.
A beautiful 3 pound brain,
who has never felt prouder of the skin she lives in.
Who am I to deny the divine needs of my body and mind?
But more importantly,
who are you to tell me that there is anything wrong with this body of mine