I used to look down

And see pillows and clouds,

Turn to the side,

And nothing could hide.

According to the mirror

I was inferior,

A balloon, tan-yellow―

Like jello.

Now, when I'm alone,

I see a sack of bones,

Shriveled and withered―

Unhindered.

It gave me a fright

When I saw the sight.

But to my disdain,

The clouds remain.