Becoming InvisibleA Poem by taittemsa poem about the effects of abuse on self-esteem and body imageBecoming Invisible
I consumed only the
exhalations of nightjars and fruit bats, believing that if I became
thin enough, no one would see me and thus hidden, I might
be safe. I dressed in the colors of leaves,
wind and sky, learned to
walk barefooted, the way I imagined Indians walked, silently,
never cracking a twig. I let my hair grow long and disappear
into the breeze. I avoided markets and parties, slipped
wraithlike through the city streets at the time of night when
all cats and tramps looked as grey as I felt. With eyes cast down, I never looked anyone in the
face. But I discovered that the thinner I grew, the more often people
noticed me, men with eyes of lust, women with eyes
of envy, jealousy and anger. It was then I gave up imbibing
only the song of the nightingale, the breath of owls, the
chorus of tree frogs. I began to eat puddings and bon bons,
Twinkies and Nutella. I expanded to the size of Gargantua
and took on the expression of a toad. Although toads charm me, with
their wry smiles, poisonous, hallucinogenic skin and
round warty bellies, I finally got my wish. I walk anywhere anytime
and am less visible by far than if a chesterfield
picked up its skirts and ambled among us. Wishing suddenly to be
truly, deeply seen, the wisp within me weeps and beats small
fists against my thickened ribs, struggles to free herself,
but it is too late. I cannot shed the protective profusion of
flesh to release my heart, return to the mountains and wilds
that once gave me sustenance, or continue breathing.
Mary Stebbins Taitt 20141003-1151-2a, 21040929-1601-1d,
20140929-1306-1st © 2014 taittemsReviews
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