"yes."
"i thought so. you have that athletic glow."
i stared at her scrubs: light blue with unintentionally jaundiced ducks. chosen, no doubt, with compassion to force a glimmer into her patients' lives. kind eyes. overly eager, but kind.
it's funny
my body
my frame
is strong
the architect used Doric pillars to shape me
to support me
to hold me
simple and strong
to hold the weight of Botticelli curves
but
where once those Doric pillars stood sound and sure
now lie delicate and beautiful rubble
like the Parthenon
lovely and breathtaking and decayed
their structural integrity compromised by time
funny
because those pillars have withstood
battles
centuries
history
love
and civilizations
they are strong
still
despite it all
their beauty still evident
still singing the songs of the past
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