the last time I felt beautiful
was when you saw me.
alone, the months tick by, and with them
the accusations.
not
skinny enough
smooth enough
strong enough
light enough
not. enough.
too pale,
too tan?
it doesn’t matter
no one’s looking.
still the eyes in the mirror
judge
wondering,
what is enough?
sadness doesn’t look good on you,
they say.
can’t do anything about that.
but sometimes I dare
to close my eyes,
remember the words,
Just you.
and for a smidgen
of a moment
my heart
stops
wondering.