Burlesque Self-Esteem Workshop
I used to be homeless, but then I
joined Cirque du Soliel.
Things are better now.
I make martinis in my cleavage,
let my poodle use my stomach
as a trampoline.
I know: Let’s write down our most hated
body parts, put them in a bag, tell
each other we’re beautiful.
Your hair is beautiful.
Your hips are beautiful.
Your thighs are beautiful.
What I mean is: Let’s walk down a runway
naked except for a clown nose and high heels.
Don’t you feel better?
Close your eyes and repeat after me:
I’m healthy, I’m healthy.
Sarah Bridgins lives in Brooklyn with a cat and a boy. Her work has appeared in Monkeybicycle, InDigest, Pear Noir!, Playground, and Bone Bouquet among other journals. Her poetry will also be included in the forthcoming La Patasola Anthology of Female Writers published by La Patasola Press. You can find her blog at: http://sarahbridgins.blogspot.com.
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