Since very young, I've bundled up your disgust very deep in the furrow of my beads.
Beautiful face, you say.
A crappy body, but a beautiful face. Beautiful for a big one.
My brain stores your words and then regurgitates them. Always something to say about my body.
I put on this little bikini to let the sun caress my body.
Your viper's eyes indifferent me.
I apply a thin layer of sunscreen. My tiny hands on the immensity of the whiteness of my thighs. Everything moves.
My body terrifies and fascinates you at the same time.
You're listening to TVA News, sensationalism, you quite like that. My body is sensational.
My hand gets lost and vogue in the bead of my back and belly.
The white of the cream on my red stretch marks.
There is all this body that I should hide under gray jogging and a beige t-shirt.
All this body that I should never show lying on a swimming pool towel.
I am the queen of camping.
Your eyes are still piercing, but they don't hurt my skin anymore.
I enter the water. The warm liquid tenderly envelops my flesh. I go far into the small artificial lake.
Far from everything, far from you.