I’m not sure why I can only
accept my body when I
can see the muscles in my back
when my harness is as small as it
will go and the belt is on its
innermost hole
I shrink because I am sad
not because I am trying
I disappear in so many other ways
already, I don’t need another
it’s just another thing I notice
about myself that I wish could
be different
but then again, I never feel like
my hands have a purpose unless
they are loving someone
and I guess that is the problem
whether I am enough or found lacking
has entirely to do with which eyes
I am looking with today
and nothing at all to do
with the body I am wearing