Husband animates joke about tortilla chips told by his drunk wife.
This is absolutely hilarious and adorable.
you’ve got me
don’t sell me that i’m beautiful.
don’t sell me that i, too, can be
big, bold, beautiful,
like those letters branded across her chest, pushing her
face from the frame. don’t sell me those
that arm, that leg, that wrist, belonging to a woman, any
woman, who filled the blanks: a template cut to fit,
with a body shaved thinner, curvier, an hourglass sculpted
out of the time i am being saved. (saved, as though i needed
rescuing.) don’t sell me that
can be beautiful! as though i am neglecting
some unknown potential, as though i am not,
not quite, not yet
do not sell me your beautiful and shame
me into loving myself. there is nowhere on my skin, no
fine print welded into stretch marks, that demands
be beautiful, but only that i exist, beautiful