I liked it before

Short one tonight.

Clothes shopping was worse, not better. I sat in the car afterwards for twenty minutes.

A hard month, handled in the body-image circle.

Strangers are being different with me and I hate it. I do not have a tidy thought about this. I just hate it.

The mirror shows me what it has always shown me. Nothing about that has shifted and I had half assumed it would.

Cautiously.