Perceptions

I excluded meat from my diet so I’d stop seeing myself as a pig.

I smush and smash peas onto my plate, staring off into space. I wish I didn’t waste so much of my life trying to bend my perception of myself in the mirror.

Sometimes I pinch my waste to see if I could mold it like Play-dough. I am my new ceramics project— just waiting for inspiration, or motivation, to strike.

My inspirations fiend off of my thoughts. Maybe if my legs were smaller, my waste thinner, my arms slimmer… people would see me in a different light. Maybe they would be more drawn to me.

I excluded meat from my diet so I’d stop seeing myself as a pig.