i am now used to the weight of these bones,
and the grind of my body in moment,
the creak and the stretch
as i raise my arms above my head,
rock backwards, balance tipping
in an attempt to evenly regain myself.
and i am happy.
so smile, laugh widely at my face in the mirror,
hand on my hip as i turn,
tilt sideways, cock a cheeky grin
at the girl looking back at me.
for now when you tell me, i look fucking great,
i am finally able to believe you.
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