Sun on my Skin

The warmth penetrates through my layers.
For a moment, I turn my face
soaking it in.

It feels new.
Fresh.
Like I haven't felt it in awhile.

My mind relaxes.
Feeling the sorrows of yesterdays
distanced.

I surrender.

Just Be

I sit surrounded by thick air
Looking out from behind my eyes
Seeing the world from a distance
My arms don't want to move
Nothing wants to move
All heavy
The world blurs
Hard to see clearly
Hard to see at all
The song plays over and over
The sounds slip into my consciousness
I'm here tonight while the stars are blacking out
Hard to hear clearly
Just hard
The music stirs the river in my heart
... the water keeps on falling from my eyes
I let it all just be
I sit and be
Letting the heavy drown
No need for air
Deep inside of me

Loss

My knees buckle under my grief.
I find myself half-way to the floor overwhelmed.

So out of the blue.

So encompassing.

The sobs are dry.
Almost detached from the hurt.
My face scrunches.
But as my heart opens
And pain aches through my body,

Everything cries out and weeps in loss.

Heartened

My friend sent me a link to this article today.

The Stunning Size 12 Model Branded 'too fat' for TV Competition

It was interesting to read other comments on the two models.

Yay for luscious curves!

I'm disgusted

She looks quite lovely, right?
Maybe a little on the skinny side, but quite lovely.

Again. Skinny. Too skinny for my tastes, but lovely.

But this next one???
As far as I can tell from the other shots, this is the same model as the first picture.
What the fuck????!
That is disgusting!
Aren't models supposed to be the epitome of beauty?
I don't get it.
And I'm disturbed.

This is another picture of the second model.
Once again, I find myself almost losing my lunch.
Can I feed you please?!