Self Portrait at 7:00 AM
Light on, eyes focused
my naked body in the mirror
in the few seconds before the shower
steams up the glass.
My hair, more traces of silver every day,
ratty from sleep. I should have bound it
while I slept the hours away.
My eyes, lighter than I remember,
encased in puffy flesh like two blueberries
in a sackful of croissants
and my huge nose and thin lips
I am at least thankful for the lack
of (visible) facial hair. All could be worse
and further down it is. My breasts still high and firm,
the benefit of smallness though one nipple
remains permanently adolescent.
My belly hangs lower than it used to but
entirely my own fault. Too much food. Too much tea.
Certainly not enough exercise.
My hips are still narrow and boyish
my bum tight as a drum and my legs
are still muscled pistons from all the walking.
Maybe tomorrow I'll do better.
© Rachel Green 2016