I Live Here
I was afraid people will meet my weight before they meet me – shake the hand of the few pounds that won’t shift before they shake my own Growing into myself made self hatred swell in my expanse, it invited disgust to settle here, making a home for itself inside my suffocating ribcage These days, I’m taking up space, Slapping my thighs to watch the wiggle and laughing, not crying This is my body. I…