A Series of Observations

I changed before I was ready to.

My body is soft at its center, containing valleys and curves as opposed to the desired smooth planes, in truth I never had.

Speckled with scars and freckled constellations, offering a map of the life that I have lived.

Dark lengths of hair and deeper eyes, the shell that gains the admiration, but rarely the features that keep it.

So few have explored it. Even I know not where I lead myself to. I will not pretend to understand its depths and many days, its needs.

Despite all the ways I have learned to hate it, it’s amazing, this body that carries me.

And I have learned that it changes as I do.