I’m a natural disaster, so each morning I dutifully slather makeup over my eruptions and fault lines, yet I fool no one.
I’m a natural disaster, so when hair covers my body like dense Amazonian rainforest, I come in with a chainsaw. I shave and shave until I’m deforested.
I’m a natural disaster, so I run to melt the rings of fat that circumference my hips and my thighs. Running until the fire licks my lungs.
I’m a natural disaster at the mercy of your expectations.