LOST AND FOUND
I miss my mind. I miss my firm, former body that didn’t hang down, jiggle, wiggle or rebel against me at every turn. I miss one of my breasts. I miss good posture. I miss a day of shopping without … Continue reading
I miss my mind. I miss my firm, former body that didn’t hang down, jiggle, wiggle or rebel against me at every turn. I miss one of my breasts. I miss good posture. I miss a day of shopping without … Continue reading
Between age and chronic illness And keeping pain away My body is ashamed It’s betrayed me in all ways. Everyday it’s something I thank God that I’m not twins. Where is the old me, I muse, Hidden in my … Continue reading