my body grows with age
stretches, rolls, shapes
my body breathes and expands
fills up bowls and plates
it can brave tides
soak up sun
with unchanging eyes
and a sharpened tongue

but i pull apart the crafted curves
pick at every scar
cover up till it's all unheard
and wish on every star
wish for a smaller body
a bottle with a stronger cap
this one is too overflowing
and i dont know what to do with that
i want a better bottle
with clearer, glistening skin
i want a better box
to keep all my inside stuff in

but i guess there is a beauty
in a container so uniquely me
crafted by a Creator so intentional
He left clues of all my pedigree
and so I pour out all complaints
and lay them to dry in His sun
for He makes no mistakes
thus my body can't be one