depth of beauty
i don't really care with a shrug and half fake smile like a damn comedian lying through her teeth all a bunch of hidden tears and fallacies that haunt her when she stops to look at herself what was once is now an odd and misplaced version of who she was in the most basic primal physical sense she says i'm fat and stares unblinking and then blinks to clear her eyes as is the mirror is a twisted mirage that can't be her that isn't what the mirror showed yesterday but yesterday was so far ago and so much of nothing has happened since and it's all to be seen now, on her i'm fat. it's true. i'm fat. it hurts and breaks and the anger mounts and worse the reactions of denial as if she needs to be babied or placiated like she doesn't really know i'm fat. it's not okay. over and over it's okay no you're not it's sexy. love your body. bull shit she snaps it's wrong ...