Wildbluesun

a few excessive kilograms adorn my body, stubborn in their departure: like an uninvited guest too dense to perceive the subtle hints i leave on my skin; not feeling as blessed as i could have been if i were thin. if i am too much then why do i feel like i am not enough for the starved society that eats away at my insides & feeds me empty, palatable lies, (a fabricated portrayal of reality's demise) leaving me wishing that each bittersweet tear i cry is enough to rid my body, my healthy home, of excess salt all through my eyes; not realising that the number beneath my feet does little to measure each person who feeds off of my kindness, my