won’t you take off my adipose cloak of invisibility? 

stripped to the bone, I might be noticed— might be known.

analog self-worth: the two move in opposition. 

transcendent is the feeling. gravity loses its hold. this is sainthood.  

worthiness is the tightest corset. I will fit.

somebody help me. falling am I, deep into the pit

what a fallacy, to think self-hatred is the path to self-love. like waging war in the name of peace.