Poetic InQueery: Hypo(crite)
I loved her body.
Now, I am a hypocrite.
I laid down oaths that she was perfect, just the way she was, and now I persecute that same “excess” flesh on myself. Did the universe not make my body, too?
Who are you to judge me? asks my body. Who the FUCK are YOU?
I would tell it I’m sorry, but I…