Self Love is Easy

Self Love is Easy

Know your power. You,

digital numbers ticking

under cracked toenail polish,

adding or subtracting with

hitched breath, burning throat. Hear

the plastic creak under

your weight in the cold stale

bathroom, in the glaring white

of the dressing room.

Pull your shoulders back and try

to ignore the clicking

of the number going up

in your ears, the details

of your skin, the scrutinizing

wind chipping the edges

of your brittle teeth.

Take its power for yourself and

ignore it, though

you know

you can’t.