Saturday, January 30, 2016

Surviving Skinny

I'm trying to start wearing more fitted clothes.

Recently one of my girl friends started telling me how another girl was talking about how "All of the Libbeys have curvy butts--except Esther."

This is highly insulting.
I am a blood born Libbey: I have a bum.

But then she followed the insult, by saying, in the same conversation, "You already wear your clothes too tight."

After you have insulted my supposed lack of curves, you have lost your right to insult me for wearing clothes that show them.

How can I be too-curvy-for-my-clothes and curve-less at the same time?

Don't ever tell me that I don't have curves. I'll be tempted to prove otherwise.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Watching Everything Crumble

I wrote most of this in the beginning (or middle?) of last year. Apparently breakups take time. (Posting what I write, if I ever do, takes time too.)

Watching Everything Crumble

Watching everything crumble
Relieved... it's all over (added 9-24-15)

Wondering... as I  watch you walk away a third time.
("Three strikes and out" an umpire's voice gravely booming.)

Thinking... if I didn't wait this long,
Would I always regret and wonder?

Knowing... that I still wonder. (A little.)

Time is finite. And ours is gone.
BUT our time. Was it really wasted?

Don't call me a mistake.
Or do. And I'll pretend not to care.

I'm fine with this, our past, I'm just questioning the future(s.)
Can we grow distant without becoming mean and jaded.

Will I somehow walk safely through this (breakup) despite knives from should-be spectators.

Sometimes we protect things, BECAUSE they are being stolen.
Keep people BECAUSE they are being taken.

Is this still worth fighting for?
No, not anymore, but it was worth having.

I only ever asked for 2nd place. Accepted 5th for far too long.
Los(er) win. Game over.