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