Getting Better

Getting Better

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

My arms are a lot bigger than they used to be.

I only cringed a little bit as I wrote the previous sentence.

Full disclosure: sometimes, I scroll through my old Facebook profile pictures and wonder if other people see the subtle differences between then and now like I do.

My waist is a few inches bigger than it used to be.

The veins in my neck are less prominent.

My jawbone looks a little bit softer now.

You can't count all of my ribs anymore.

To me, all of those things are not-so-tiny victories.

It pains me to think that others see them as setbacks. 

Or that they don't see them at all.

I ate two whole pieces of pizza while I was out in public the other day.

I didn't try to hide it, and I stood tall when I went back for seconds.

No one said a thing, but my mom smiled proudly at me.

Look at how far I've come.

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