You say I shouldn’t be
so down on myself.
You say that I should love my body
be appreciative
of the gifts granted me
by this generous universe.
I should be kind to myself
you state – quite kindly.

I ask why
should your words combat
the forty years of honest self-appraisal and critical assessment
that preceded them.
I wonder why you tell me
to be me
when clearly
anything would be better.

So you may wish me
to think well of myself
and you may want to promote optimism
and esteem.
And I must ask
how much should I have faith and belief in me
like you do
with your innocence and youth
and beauty and charm and wealth?
You say I should love myself?You first.

When you are willing to touch this hideous thing
perhaps I can believe in its worth.
So?
It’s your move.