Winter winds carry
pain and realizations
full of cracked skin and chapped lips.
Hoping one day to be beautiful
as a teen, but still at 22,
unsatisfied in the most basic ways.
Wishing for the naivete of a child,
showing little baby bellies
in little baby bikinis
without the worry
of being deemed unworthy.
Comfortable in my own skin once,
Will I be again?
Monday, March 1, 2010
Longing for Spring
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