I Hug Myself in the Shower

I hug myself in the shower.
I watch the water flow
through
every nook and cranny
of my skin
trying to get away before my body gulps it down greedily.

the bubbles rest on my epidermis
a little respite and then
they hastily disappear.

I look at myself in the reflection on the tap
there's two of me; one that loves this body, one that doesn't.
one that hugs this body with affection, one that tries to swallow it.

I marvel at the realness of my body; the way it just
wants
to
Be.

far away from the bum sculpting leggings and the skin digging bras and the tummy control bodysuits and
a life marked by numbers, opinions and binaries: fuckable/unfuckable.

my body is hungry and thirsty when
it
just
is.

hungry for affection, thirsty for water, water, water
let
everything
flow
cleanse
all the scrutiny away.

there's no easy mode for this game in a female body
the goalposts keep moving,
the algorithm keeps changing.

I hug myself in the shower
and mute the world
so I can allow my body
to
just
Be.



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2025-05-09 at 21:24

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