My stomach sticks out, I’m sticking with it.
It’s soft and it’s done nothing wrong.
There’s a gap between my breasts, I don’t mind.
Although I wish there was something between my skin and bone there, just so I felt safer when I touch it,
I’m slightly too reminded of how fragile I may be,
with my breast bone so close to my fingers.
My shoulders have bony points atop,
I remember when the meat there went,
it was when I struggled in chemistry and ate a little too little.
I was stressed and the flesh ran away around the top so my ribs show, they came out to say hello.
Maybe they’ll go, I don’t know.