I examine myself in the mirror
my swimsuit hugs my body tightly
this is the rawest version of me
stretch marks, cellulite and contentment
reflect back at me
contentment with the tiger stripes
God has so carefully sculptured
no
I do not look like everyone
idolised on Instagram
however
I look like me
never
‘too much’
or
‘not enough’
I exude self-confidence and a genuine love
but that feeling is never permanent
the temple I crafted
is shattered by derogatory terms
slut.
whore.
hoe.
the temple crumbles slowly
and all that is left is dust