this morning #1107.

this morning, i realized that my body issues had recently morphed into something way more sufficient. issues of the mind. i stood there naked before god, in front of a full-length mirror with my pale-skinned fears lain bare. after giving myself a good, long stare, i shouted downstairs for the wife to come up & see if she could see what i saw. “naw. that’s crazy talk. you look fine. your ass looks the same as it always has. flat. please put some clothes on. if we want to get a seat in one of the first few pews, we need to get a move on.” with two hands, i grabbed the flab above my beltline & pulled it in tight, tried to picture what i’d look like without it. i knew exactly where today’s prayers would be directed.