thighs

I hate my thighs.

They remind me of hams

Hanging in the store windows

of a downtown butcher shop.

Big and round- thunderous.

Sometimes I look at them

And see cottage cheese.

I hate cottage cheese,

The lumpiness throws me off.

The blue veins run like rivers

Under my white as snow skin.

They never see the sun,

That could be the problem,

If they were darker,

Thinner,

More muscular-

I wish.

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