Self, unreflected

  
Self, unreflected.

This is not me. This is not what I feel I look like when I’m in my skin but not seeing it. Then I’m strong and tall and proud. I have ropey, broad shoulders and arms, a slab of a chest, no hips. Not this. This is not me. If only it were possible not to see it. To just feel self; unreflected.

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