.

Fleeting, creeping feelings of ugly

Leaving me heaving next to the ceramic bowl

They've gone for now

But I wonder if they will ever truly leave

I'm not a fan of petty thoughts

Ones which cloud the important

And yet I'm staring, comparing and wearing insecurities

Am I just as self absorbed as you?

I would never read another's soul in their skin

Never judge them in that way

Yet I do it daily to myself

Religiously

Worshipping something that is so intangible

I forget what it is sometimes