I come from a long line of dieters experts in contorting, molding, hating their bodies. the echoes of their long nights in hunger, sighs and tears over scales, whisper to me on certain days when the wind is just right: the receipts of their products that failed, memories of tubs of powders and baskets of bars fill my mind. and with this lineage I run my hands over my stomach, my thighs, hug my cheeks. whisper, I love you. marks, looseness, spots, all speak to me louder than the whispers on the wind: this is home this is safe I belong to myself, for myself.
Kameron Abilla is an applied gender studies graduate student in Claremont, California.
Poetry Finalist, “Holy Places” contest