9 pounds of grief
I carry it with me
Spread across my hips and tits, my thighs and stomach.
The extra flesh of sadness, of empty womb, of body shock.
Expanding and shape shifting
Learning to navigate this place again, as gently as I can
But honestly.. I just don't want to do this work. It's not like exercise and eating well, its the full relationship of working through this crap and getting to a place of fulfilment, acceptance, forgiveness, love. yadda yadda. I already fucking put in that time. I already did it. Blaaah but I know it's an on going thing, a constant. A conversation. That takes practice and time.
I really resent this 9 fucking pounds
when in reality, I know that it doesn't matter, it really doesn't
reality bites.
bites of ice cream and sips of wine.
bites of bitterness and spoonfuls of sorrow
sure, there's the days and dishfuls of joy
the cup runneth over with gratitude and pure love that has been poured all over, surrounded. held. cocooned.
but still. there's 9 fucking pounds of grief held tight to my frame.
I carry it with me
Spread across my hips and tits, my thighs and stomach.
The extra flesh of sadness, of empty womb, of body shock.
Expanding and shape shifting
Learning to navigate this place again, as gently as I can
But honestly.. I just don't want to do this work. It's not like exercise and eating well, its the full relationship of working through this crap and getting to a place of fulfilment, acceptance, forgiveness, love. yadda yadda. I already fucking put in that time. I already did it. Blaaah but I know it's an on going thing, a constant. A conversation. That takes practice and time.
I really resent this 9 fucking pounds
when in reality, I know that it doesn't matter, it really doesn't
reality bites.
bites of ice cream and sips of wine.
bites of bitterness and spoonfuls of sorrow
sure, there's the days and dishfuls of joy
the cup runneth over with gratitude and pure love that has been poured all over, surrounded. held. cocooned.
but still. there's 9 fucking pounds of grief held tight to my frame.