Rain forms on her skin and falls upon the ground
Each step, each breath, a labor—they see her, try.
Panting, struggling, doing her best not to be “this”
They see her now, she cries inside—embarrassed.
Let hope return, a second wind, pushing on
Close your eyes, or look away, they. don’t. matter.
Music helps, drowns them out. Comforting, I know.
Remember girl, be your best—you aren’t a show.
Acid courses through limbs: pain personified
She forces past, all in her mind. Continue.
It hurts inside. It hurts to breathe. Everything.
It hurts each time that she agrees—disgusting.
But soon she’ll see all the results coming in
She’ll see the numbers making their way down
She’ll feel the strength building inside of her
And know that “beautiful” is the right word.