Pretty Is Possible (July 2024)

"Pretty is possible".

I hold down the fat on my handlebars. 

The potential is there. 

When I lay down at night I run my hands over my ribcage, relishing in every divet, every time the skin feels tight to the bone, loving the lack thereof. 

I sit criss cross in front of my mirror, contorting myself and concealing one roll in my stomach at a time. 

I'm not sure if I’ll come out beautiful or handsome, at the end of my metamorphosis.

I hope a woman comes from the cocoon. 

Subtlety feminine but with a bosom somewhat forgettable. 

But beggars can't be choosers.

Just hack off the thick slabs of clay. 

Leave me lean and polished like marble-clad museum wonders. 

Let me turn heads and raise concerns and never need an X-ray, because my insides are in plain sight.

Let me rattle like a wooden snake as I walk hallways. 

Let me dwindle.

"Pretty is possible".