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I am in front of the mirror again.
Spinal cord, peeking out like a shy child.
Knees, blubbery as a whale.
Hipbones, swollen with fat.
Collarbone, scarcely present.
Rib cage, a series of tiny lumps in my skin.
Cheekbones, by far my favorite part of myself even though they too are coated in fat.
All of these bones are there for the viewing.
But they are muted by fat.
It takes three days for me to forget the image that stained the mirror.
Spinal cord, peeking out like a shy child.
Knees, blubbery as a whale.
Hipbones, swollen with fat.
Collarbone, scarcely present.
Rib cage, a series of tiny lumps in my skin.
Cheekbones, by far my favorite part of myself even though they too are coated in fat.
All of these bones are there for the viewing.
But they are muted by fat.
It takes three days for me to forget the image that stained the mirror.