A Gold Lamp Doesn’t Stretch to fit

As long I as I don’t look at my body 

When I undress from a days work I make sure to step away from the mirror 

When I lather lotion on my skin I make sure to close my eyes

When I shower and I’m forced to feel the haunting figure of my body I make sure to dim the lights

When I start my day and I pick an outfit I make sure to dress with the blinds shut 

not allowing anyone to see where the sun doesn’t shine

All of me kept me in the dark

Hidden under clothing that feels too constraining yet not suffocating enough to be slim

or too tight to show off features that are unwanted but hold a part of my representation

But as long as I don’t look at my body 

I can forget that it exists

I can look past the physical barrier and hold a smile for the soul I was given 

Almost as if to be a genie in a vessel that can only know bliss.