tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post6149485034044890721..comments2023-11-03T03:59:48.985-05:00Comments on *Laurie Kolp Poetry*: Book Giveaway!Laurie Kolphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891118331658959226.post-19901042095811657282012-07-10T10:09:11.725-05:002012-07-10T10:09:11.725-05:00Beauty in the BeastI hate the way I look in mirror...Beauty in the Beast<br><br>I hate the way I look in mirrors <br>I like the way I look in my head<br>and I live in denial of how I really look<br><br>but every morning and every evening<br>I face the naked truth<br>as I exit the shower<br>and I really look at myself<br><br>hunched over<br>head dripping <br>my glorious mane matted down<br>showing exactly where my bargain hairstylist<br>botched my 'do<br><br>and where I used to have pecs<br>I now have pointy nipples<br>and a bustline that most ten-year old girls<br>would envy<br><br>and invariably I look at my stomach<br>a doughy mass of wet light brown skin<br>covered with brown hair<br>kind of like chocolate chip cookie dough <br>if you dropped it on <br>the barbershop floor<br><br>but I have nice legs <br>they are long and somewhat still tone<br>though I haven't jogged in <br>six years<br><br>gazing into the mirror <br>I strike the pose of <br>Michelangelo's "David"<br>holding my breath<br>but this lasts only a second<br>and burst out in a horse laff<br>because the only thing remotely alike <br>between me and <br>that sculpture of the great Hebrew king<br>are our very modest genitalia<br><br>out of the corner of my eye<br>I glimpse my profile in silhouette:<br>a round mass atop two spindly legs<br>and I realize <br>I'm Wazowski from "Monsters, Inc."<br><br>I smile<br><br>years ago such thoughts would have<br>sent me into paroxysms of self-loathing<br>and I've starve myself <br>denying myself everything<br>just to look <br>never quite thin enough<br><br>but somewhere along the way<br>I realized that I was working <br>so much on my on the outside<br>because I thought I really needed <br>something from the outside<br><br>but I didn't<br><br>and that's no way to spend <br>the only life that I've got<br><br>so I look at the mirror<br>and I often wince<br>but I don't hate myself<br><br>I look into my own eyes<br>and think<br>"well, whoever you are, <br>you're alright"<br><br>and know that deep inside<br>my soul<br><br>there is beauty.<br><br>Buddah Moskowitz<br>ihatepoetry@verizon.netBuddah Moskowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.com