With hungry eyes and a sense of entitlement
you inspected our bodies as we exited the pool.
As if we were pieces of fruit you could toss to the
side in favor one you deemed to be free of blemishes…
(heaven forbid there be cellulite!)
and when you expressed with glee to me that I
had made your imaginary aesthetic cut,
that compared to girls ten years plus my junior
who hadn’t born children… there were no
discernable differences that your pea brain could
though my ravaged self esteem eagerly
lapped up that ration of slop
you so benevolently bestowed upon me…
I knew in that moment that you could
never be worthy of everything I had to offer.
© Dani Heart