(two nights ago)



sometimes i lay naked and trace my skin, trying to feel what someone else would feel. i don't feel ugly, my curves and folds, i just feel like me. it is not a crime to be soft. there is the hardness of my collar bone, then my ribs. a mole just under my breast. the shell of my hip. i place my hand just so on my belly and my thumb slips perfectly into my bellybutton, as into a tiny pocket. (i lift my hand to my mouth and taste myself lift my hand to my nose and smell my scent) i hope that one day by learning to believe in these things about myself, i could begin to learn that someone else could believe in them too.



there is so much more to me than this, but this is so much me.