today i bought bread

for the first time in years

i feared it for so long

i couldn’t eat it without tears.

i hated its oil and its carbs

and the way it clings under skin

but mostly i hated how i loved it

and how i might never be thin.

i was a sliver of the person i am

lacking health, mind and vigor

but today i’ve made my grief smaller

and i have made myself bigger.

so i went to the bakery

in the aching morning light

they gave me a loaf and soft buns

i ate one, my illness despite.

something as simple as bread

made me so whole and so warm

i hope you’re healing today, too

and loving your human form.