“I feel I should be doing everything. Look at you. You are pale, skinny, and need to lean on that chair.”
Pale
Translucent, unwell, unseen, easily ignored
What are you waiting for?
Join the others who write me off as unworthy.
I don’t blame you, at least you don’t say it lightly
Pale, stale, not spicy
I know you meant just unwell.
That you will protect me from ill will.
From the weight of other tasks
and with all you do, I must say thank you fast.
Pale, pasty, not pretty
Skinny
I now weigh what you said would be good before.
I know my body is not like it was circa 2024
It is not strong, nor a conventional beauty
But disabled, surviving, and stunningly earthly
Skinny, flimsy, not juicy.
Why is everyone ready to show me the obvious?
My body is not prosperous.
No longer fertile like Eve.
Ready to be deceived.
Skinny, meek, not mighty.
Frail
Wispy, flimsy, blown away by a breeze
Is this how you see me?
After all this time, of being grounded yet flirty.
I know I have been less so lately
I guess that is why you see pale, skinny, and frail but not pretty?
You wanted to share the weight of wanting to do everything.
Because you love me, and prioritize my well-being.
You just wanted to let me know you see what this has done to me.
How could I tell you that the words you said were uncannily mean?
No matter how compassionate you meant to seem.
I am not just pale, skinny, or frail.
I am spicy, juicy, mighty, and pretty.






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