Your silence is worth a thousand suns
On this warm night
In this bed
White skin all across,
You so soft
You, harmless now
You are asleep
Muffling tired sounds
I am just an edge of the bed
A quiet string, watching
While you drift away.
Your silence is worth a thousand suns
On this warm night
In this bed
White skin all across,
You so soft
You, harmless now
You are asleep
Muffling tired sounds
I am just an edge of the bed
A quiet string, watching
While you drift away.
Having a BMI of 19 is never easy
people don´t see you as people.
You are just a picture.
"It is always nice to see you"
Yeah, I can't say the same, fucker
and this dress was the cheapest, you know?
People always approaching
for the worst reasons,
people always "worried" that you are "sick"
I am not sick, bitch, I am just skinny
and what do you care, anyway?
Though it is always fun to try on
oh so many clothes,
getting all the unrequested privilege.
It is like being set up for fame and failure all at the same time.
On the other hand, "Mildly Overweight" does not age gracefully,
and the final sales are not your size anymore,
and people (what people!?) talk about how much weight you've gained,
and your doctor says you have high blood pressure.
And it is almost mandatory to wear a bra
and you don't know your exact size anymore,
you're too afraid to ask
and to share your photos
with a double chin, big belly, flabby arms
-nobody cares, but you always believe they do-.
Nobody cares, but if they do, fuck them, just in case.
It is not your job to look pretty.
And if you don't love your reflection in the mirror,
then you know you are wrong.
I spent most of my youth as a size zero,
I could not wrap my head around the idea of being a size ten.
I'd see the clothes and believe they were too big for me,
but they'd fit just right when I tried them on.
I got tired of feeling tired
of not fitting into my old clothes,
so I started doing something about it.
Seeing myself more tall than wide
once more in my life was a victory.
I am still not quite myself
I may never be
but I am getting much closer
to the vessel that stuck in my head of myself.
And I will hold you when you shiver
If you are afraid you will explode
And I will clean it up for you,
Please do not worry.
Give to me but most importantly,
Give to yourself.
Tonight you are what you always dreamed to be.
May the Earth tremble beneath our feet
May I know you this once and forever.
Let me take care of you.
Say what you want, you've got it.
Let me take care of you.
You are the flowers you have given me.
You are all our kisses
And all our photos together.
I need to look at these photos to remember how I was feeling
And how my heart felt lighter
Cause sometimes we forget that we are happy
And it seems like we were born stuck here
And we will die right here
And all the in between is blurry
And happy moments get lost in time.
But I lived them.
I want to remember
How I felt alive.
When you'd fit between your father's hand and elbow bend
When I could lay you on my chest and you would fall a asleep.
I could never have enough of your delightful smiles, your warm, tender little body that I could cradle in my arms.
Your tiny lips feeding from my breast.
My precious daughter.
You came to join me along the way when I was learning how to become an adult.
I am sorry I did not give you all that you deserved. I was too young and inxperienced. I was distracted by my own problems and by your father. I was trying to save my life.
You know my heart and know better than anyone, baby, what I am talking about. We both hurt. But today I want to celebrate that we are together. I want to embrace you and ask for your forgiveness. May we smile together again, like your first days.
I wish I 'd kept more photos of the two of us. Of the girls we were. How we enjoyed bathing in the jacuzzy. How we enjoyed the playground. I'd climb on the big slide with you. We were laughing all the way down.
Remember how I took you with me to the University and you stayed in class scribbling on a notebook, pretending that you were paying attention.
I still remember dropping you at the day care and how my heart would break when I heard you crying. You'd run to the window to watch me go with the saddest little face.
I used to visit the girls section at every clothes store. I loved buying matching outfits for ourselves. I'd get you a size 4 and then a size 16 for me. You looked so lovely. You were excited to look just like mom... In your innocence we looked the same; but in reality you are far more beautiful, always.
Those were the good old days. And I wish we could go back, but for better or for worse, we can not. It's been quite an adventure. And you have been the best accomplice, the best teacher, the best motivation to go through it all. Thank you. Today I celebrate the woman that you are.
Thank you for giving me the honor of being your mom.
So sad an absence.
At exactly 11:11 today, my heart was thinking of you.
Wishing you were here.
Wishing celebrations would feel as good as they did back then.
I desire enough love and enough strength to feel happy even though you are not here.
The warm May sun shines above me to take away all the cold and remind me of your embrace. ❤️
Starting my sick morning
Bitten by anxiety
Feeling like I am always late for something
Believing that everyone else's needs are more important than mine
My heart beating ever faster to try and keep up with the madness
Believing all the bullshit I have been fed
Like I did not deserve a moment to myself
Never earning sympathy
Believing I am worth just as much as I make
Sweating every cent
Vacations out of the question
Trying to crawl back to my bed
Trying to cheat the system
But then, one day this is all going to break up
I will go back to myself.
I am enough.