Striped blue and slightly crass
As I sit and ponder how I managed to fit this over my slightly large ass
It’s curves of fabric pulled taupe, as I am tall – but sadly not short
It’s size is a number, a label just for me
A number to measure my endles misery
Finding the right pajamas for when i rest
Seems to be like an endless test
I rest my head upon the pillow on my bed
My hope for comfort, all But fills me with dread
I close my eyes and wonder, if my size is really just a number
And if it is.
Than is the uncomfort of my body shape- cut out for the fabric of society ?
– (c) Danielle parrish 2016