Feeling Full

There are days,

when I can't bear to look full faced at the mirror

without tilting my lips and swerving my hips and contorting my face into a grimace

There are days,

When my heart- like my body - feels heavy.

Those days I learn,

To expand my being beyond that feeling of dread

To become another kind of fat - fat on creative spreads

Fat on laughter and love

I slurp down creative juices and munch on thoughtful thoughts

I gulp and gulp,

Until I'm an obsessed-obese body,

Of things that matter beyond matter.