Beauty is skinny.
And soft.
And there are no harsher lines
Than rounded ones.
I'm a big girl
Not in the right places
There are more than curves
There are crevices
I would like to fall in love
With a cute boy
And for it to make sense.
The waiter will bring one check.
People may worry about me
When I'm skinny
But it will be be drowned out by the applause
Finally, an accomplishment.
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Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
