Skinsuit Season

I awake exhausted

From a languid night

And the long day that threatens

Eyes too blurry from the past

To focus on today

Absentmindedly, I lotion

Skin that stretches to accommodate

My sins

My moods

My memories

The heat is unbearable

But I wear this blanket of shame to keep me in

To keep you out

Like a condom

Ribbed for your pleasure

Corpulent thighs, jiggling

Take a picture, it lasts longer

Than the taste of powdered sugar on my tongue

Or caramel sticking to my pudgy, greedy fingers

No one sees the unhealed trauma

The hurt, the pain, the unhealthy coping mechanisms

They’re all on display

But all they see

All anyone ever sees

Is my skinsuit


3 thoughts on “Skinsuit Season

  1. Powerful. It’s hard being a woman in a man’s world, but maybe this is about something more. So many different skinsuits on display, causing the person within to be overlooked. It’s hard for people to look beyond the flesh to see the human soul.

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    • I like your perspective on this poem. When I wrote it, I was thinking about my struggles with my weight and body image.

      I’m very obese and some people have a hard time seeing past the weight. They pre-judge heavy people, assuming our weight is due to laziness, bad habit, unwillingness to try, etc. When, many mordidly obese people struggle with mental illness, unhealed trauma, and other underlying issues that need to be addressed before lasting weight loss can occur. I’ve lost hundreds of pounds over the years, but it always comes back because I’ve never addressed the underlying issues.

      I guess, like everything else in our society, this poem can be applied to our tendency to prejudge people based on what’s on the outside. We all wear bodies, which are just vehicles to carry our souls through this troubled world. What’s on the inside is what really matters, but what people see is the outside, and that’s all they care about. They judge us based on the superficial – the color of our skin, our hair, our body type, beauty, age, style, clothing – all the things that don’t matter at all.

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