Thigh Gap

And yes, there was a gap between my thighs.
But there was also a space in my brain –
and I learned nothing first semester of freshman year.
Not to mention the void in my heart,
which refused to equate the word Beautiful with Me.
The rift of my bones, where I felt absolutely nothing,
save an ebony shade of numb that consumed me.
And if my legs must touch for me to win my life back,
then so be it.






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