This is a vent ask, sorry. Been having Feelings and sometimes find it easier to process when I can abstract them into something more poetic.
boots.
i was given a pair of new leather boots at 13
they are pretty. good quality. didnt fit right
i was told they’ll wear in
break them in
wear them often
you’ll see, they’ll fit like a glove soon
i am 24
the boots are still pretty. still good quality
still don’t fit right
pinching, rubbing
too tight
leaving blisters
im told they’re enviable
i should be proud of them
they’re gorgeous god i wish i could have boots like that i used to have boots like that and they really don’t look that great anymore aren’t you LUCKY to have boots like that
boots i wish i could take off
boots that rub and ache and make walking difficult
i am lucky to have them
fortunate to have them
why do i complain of blisters? there are no blisters. you’re fine. get up, keep walking
they’re pretty boots. they’re just not mine. on any other person they’d be perfect
the boots aren’t mine
my body isn’t mine.
get up. be glad. keep walking.
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