DAY 8 // Weightless, a poem🌊

When you’re out there in the water

You’re proud to take up space

You pull through heavy liquid

And feel God’s softness on your face

It’s been years of up and down

On the scale and in your brain

Thinking you failed another time

When you see a lot of weight gain

The mirrors have grown tired

Of catching stares of that shame

It gets pretty exhausting

Always seeing something that needs change

But healing isn’t linear

And the female body needs more time

It remembers what it’s been through

And how much you weigh could never define

The woman you have become

Transmuting years of pain and frustration

I could imagine it gets heavy

Carrying that story of complete isolation

Some pieces of you

Will forever be untold

They stay stuffed and hidden

And swing your hyper-independence into control

That moment in time

Still sits deep in your womb

Cutting off from vulnerability

Means cutting off from love too

But out there in the water

God restores circulation

He sees nothing but perfection

And he makes me feel weightless