giving up

I stretch in a futile attempt to straighten my spine.  I try to touch the ground.

just give up

I stretch in a doorway.  Maybe my shoulders will get narrower.

you’ll never be more feminine than you already are

I stand on one leg like a dancer and stretch my leg behind me.  I knew all those years of ballet would come in handy.

give up


The dishes are always piled up.  The mail is always piled up.  Clothes, trash, scraps of to-do lists.

I’m always one laser treatment away from taking my drivers license photo.  One paycheck away from starvation.

And I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t.

I can’t keep up, but I’m cutting it somehow.  And I need to cut it tomorrow and every day beyond tomorrow, if I have any chance at anything.


I stand in the flattering light of a women’s washroom.  In a science building, this is like an executive lounge – pristine and empty.

just give up already



3 thoughts on “giving up

  1. Nope, no giving up :) That one tiny grain of hope is worth more than a universal amount of giving up. You are you and there is much to do, it will always be so, for everyone honest enough to admit it.
    With even just little crumbs of self-belief, I bet you still finding yourself getting through those days, and any reason to smile or laugh can keep you afloat. Any kind of afloat is better than under the sea, I know I know.
    Never give up, life won’t allow you! It demands you lllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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