2024-01-21
i cupped my cheek and was shocked at how it
no longer filled my hand.
did i go too far? was i too zealous
in my delight of seeing the numbers slowly tick down to 0?
every part of myself is shrinking but i'm still
not yet satisfied. even though every time i look
in the mirror i am taken aback
by the person looking
back at me. i am afraid of hating
the person in the mirror,
as if the person in the mirror wasn't always me
the entire time.