The mirror

A gentle week, mostly.

Strangers are being different with me and I hate it. I do not have a tidy thought about this. I just hate it.

Complicated week. Wrote honestly about wanting and not wanting a baby.

The mirror shows me what it has always shown me. Nothing about that has shifted and I had half assumed it would.

I liked my body before, actually, and I resent the assumption that I could not have.

Somebody said I looked well and it landed like an indictment of every year before.

Night.