Body Thoughts

Maybe I want tattoos and piercings because I feel like my body isn’t memorable enough

At least to me it hasn’t been

I stare at photos of myself as a skeptic with a blank mind

I don’t really remember what I look like that often

I try not to pay much attention to my body as a whole

I am floating eyes with blurry peripheral vision

I live within the walls of my mind

Everything around me is nothing but a perceived thought bubble transmitted by my brain waves

How can I love something that isn’t even there?

But I am here

I take up space and I know I deserve to

I forget to eat sometimes when minutes blend into hours and I don’t realize my morning coffee got cold until I look up from my phone screen and the sun went down

Maybe I’m just a wandering blob of emotions that needs physical touch and warmth

Nothing is perfect

Body neutrality is difficult when we’ve been brainwashed to desire a certain figure, a certain size

A balance between curves and flat plains

I’m not sure who I’m looking at in the mirror anymore

I just focus on the constant dialogue in my head infused with mundane capitalistic and western worries

I’d rather not live in a boring fourth dimension

Why is vanity frowned upon when we’re supposed to feel good about the way we look?

I just want to be healthy and I don’t even know if I’m doing the best I can about that either