by Kirsten Poulos
“You just aren’t good enough…
You need to start carving away,
Chiseling chunks from your body.
This is a job best built for landscapers,
Removing hills; returning flatlands.
This is a game played by somebodies,
Where everyone who is anyone
Breaks apart their bodies.”
I’m burning bridges because of
I’m moving mountains,
Not destroying them.
And someone is not the sum of
Some immeasurable slate of skin.
Maybe it’s time to
Break these boundaries that contain me,
Break the beauty barriers that say
“You can’t be anybody if your body’s any size,”
Be the beacon that begins the wave
Of people stepping forward, saying