It Simply Will Not Fit
Compliment me and I will smile.
I will even thank you for your kindness.
Though I do not see these good looks that you speak of,
when I, myself, look in the mirror.
I can barely stand to look.
Large thighs, hips, and stomach.
A round face that makes me look too young.
Hair too short and not quite the right shade.
I get dressed and realize that I must discard
three more pairs of jeans.
They simply will not fit.
I cannot even remember when it was
that they began to be tight.
Two shirts, a bra, and two pairs of panties.
They simply will not fit.
I cannot see what others see,
though I wish I could.
I see a mountain of imperfections,
an ocean of unseemly sights.
But thank you.
I'll gladly accept that compliment.