• Chizitere Ohaji

The Re-iteration of my Body

The magazines show supermodels with

hair so silky smooth, skin so richly tanned, and their bodies

having robust hips with narrow waists. The thoughts

drowned me, overpowered me, and confined me.

I am suffocating in this hysteria as I writhe in mental anguish.


I take my quilted blanket to hide my body, but it only

further accentuates my body, highlighting my hip dips.

Tell me where I went wrong, tell me! The supermodels taunt me,

each word beating! beating! my mind palpitating and the

kamikaze tears drop onto my bare thighs. I sink my nails into

my thighs, where the supermodels are sure to look.

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