She is coming to hate her body
the body exceptional that has been praised so often by so many.
She is coming to hate the ears
through which she hears the random compliments
and propositions
on what seems a momentary basis.

She feels their stares.
She sees their approaches.
She smells the passion coming off of all those around her
and she wishes she had distance
from the beauty that is coveted
by her peers
and enemies
– and there are so many enemies.

She wants to have nothing to do
with her blessed traits
desires an absence of desire
and knows
that eventually
she will have her way.
She wonders if she will regret it
but then
she already has
so very many regrets.