Poetry Post: Small Towels

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Small towels

I’m sick of towels being too small

I’m sick of feeling judged when I eat

I’m sick of my size being sold out

I’m sick of being the biggest friend in photos

I’m sick of desiring the guy who asks out my friend

I’m sick of never being able to buy a bikini that fits

A swimsuit that fits

A dress that fits

A sports bra that fits

A bra that fits

A partner that fits

I’m so sick of small towels in hotels

Where I’m crouching in the bracing blue light of bathrooms

Contorting myself

Pushing my scarred sacred skin

Trying to push the folds inside themselves

So I can fit this scratchy starched fabric around myself to cover

My “private parts”

Parts that are so private I wish they weren’t

Parts that are gently hidden from my eyes by golden sand dunes of skin and folds of fat

Like uncharted lands to find in special moments

I’m sick of seeing the damage done

By industries that don’t care

About anything other than money

But they have the whole world believing

That they are right and it’s about ‘health’ and ‘wellness’

They have everyone believing

You’re somehow less than

If you don’t fit in a hotel towel

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