Elephant Girl

My skin has never fit my bones

Too tight, too loose

Too…

“You’ll never wear a five

Your bones are too big,”

She’d say.  The “she”

That wanted her little girl to be like her,

Instead of like the me I wanted to be.

Over and over

I ate those words

Awaiting…

Digestion glued them to the walls of my

Insides…

And I became an elephant girl

Gray and wrinkled

From the outside

In.

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Editor: Renee Picard

{Photo: flickr}