Sun's out, the water gleams,
A vibrant lure of summer dreams.
But in the closet, hangs a dread,
A whisper from inside your head.
The bathing suit, a tiny span,
A mirror reflecting a flawed plan.
Each stretch mark, every curve and line,
Becomes a subject, far from divine.
The whispers grow, a judging choir.
Unable to do what my heart desires.
i am supposed to be going to this pool party for my best friends bday soon but ive been second guessing it all today. It will be the only time i have been out this summer but i dont feel confident enough. eh whatever i decide.
