Shaping Undies

I was once a muse
My lover used his finger tips
To trace my freckles into constellations
My body became a galaxy
And I learned to hide myself in that new universe

When he tired of my newness
His fingers made new outlines
Sketched my face onto a new body
Whittling my waist my hips my thighs
A form he was more comfortable replicating
I thought dating an artist
Would mean my form would be worshiped
At least appreciated...

My whole life my mother has followed me
Watching me put on dresses and skirts
Reminding me to wear shaping underwear
Conceal my over flowing love handles that no one could ever love as is
Tighten my stomach
Create a femine figure
Out of a strong personality
Wear tights to create danity legs
No part of me has ever learned how to fit inside that nylon barrier
I have never been dantiy all my live
My personality needs these
wide shoulders
Wide hips
To help it not over flow
I take up just enough space
But only when I'm at home alone
Walk outside my door
And I must fit inside the lines he drew me
Struggle to breathe against spandex
Remember to smile
Even though my body is hating me
For hating it