I eat the protein

Take the magnesium

Cut the cardio

Lift the weights

The scale goes up

I look away

I want to love

Her

Me

It

My body

But she won’t conform

I am soft

Like new-fallen windswept snow

On objects in the yard

Rounded

Smooth

Glistening in the morning sun

What’s not to love?

Jeannine M. DeHart