there's nothing to wear. the hand on the corner of the closet looks so weary

through pre-sunrise light. perhaps if this body were less average

our externally imposed self-loathing wouldn't drive us to drastic measures like surgical retail therapy.

that image almost obtainable mostly impossible is everywhere.

just wear makeup. just start a diet. just wear the right clothes. just start working out. just stop being yourself.

what if the image was erased? could we move past categories to individual definitions of attractiveness despite the opinions of others? that might be beautiful.