A nonbinary fat kid writing a whole poem
about how cute they are
is only a radical act in hell.

And here we are.
Here I am.
Not a tall man
Not a thin girl,
a shock of pink twirling out
from the crown
to clash with every outfit
and make it intentional.

Eyes like mood rings
Eyes like rivers.
Eyes like good intentions.
Eyebrows that survived the 90’s,
That arch in a way that knows you.

My thighs don’t just touch
they topple over each other
like waves
an ocean of skin.
If you told the ocean
they weren’t pretty enough
they would drown you.
I look pissed when I’m concentrating
and I’m not sorry anymore.

Ill be a little honest.
I don’t love my stomach.
But only because it was
my mother’s.
I will feed it anyway.

Through lips like a promise
I am desperate to break.
My nose is clean except
for the highlighter at the tip.
Gleaming enough
you could see your own beauty.
If you get close enough.
if you get — close.
I am coated in glitter
I am coated in love
sparkling, and everywhere.