Zara

Sorry Zara 

I’m not a size small anymore

My belly has grown and shrunk 

Shifted and remade

Held and caged 

All My hopes and dreams

It’s new shape is stronger, tougher

My arms have thickened

In response to 

The increased load 

In the day to day

Of the little fat folds

That I’ve made

With my own proper nourishment

Funnelling through my own body

Watermelon streaks

Shining in my birthday suit

Reflecting in the mirror 

What a miracle it is

That I’m no longer Considered

A single size in your store

I did walk out with a dress and a purse

But threw twenty others out the fitting room door

Sorry Zara, I don’t know what size I am anymore

I do know, I am more than enough