Spoon ginger slices into the circle,
my taste buds capture individual specks of flavor,
following the patterns of old habits.
You're not who you are ALL THE TIME just because you do those things you do.
And I judged myself too quickly,
picking up scattered bits of full tummies
overindulged in dairy,
wondering why my stomach wont stop talking to me,
Practicing sign language so I can learn to communicate
with the mirror.
I took a break from everyone's opinions today,
and came back for me.