I look at myself without recognition.
Is this what I should be happy with now?
I’ve grown so much I feel less desirable,
yet I’m as miserable as I’ve always been.
Now my melancholy has more meat to it.
A full face. Round, too round —as I’ve
always thought but now it looks dire.
I look at myself and I don’t recognize her
How do I make it go away? I tried to run,
but my knees don’t support me. I tried
Keto, but the scent of freshly baked bread
chose to haunt me. What have I become?