are round.
The curve of health on a baby's cheek
is round.
The corners of our earth
are round.
The softness of a dream
is round.
But the world wants skinny. It does not admire the body of someone in great health. It wants the hardness of muscle, the smoothness of strength. It does not want movement when we move. It wants our bodies to be strapped to our bones.
No room for anything more.
It is this world that is starving for food on one side, yet feeling guilty for food on the other. How can we have the starved people, who work just so that they can eat and feed their families and still have girls pinching their stomachs, not eating, killing themselves slowly- where there is plenty?
Backhanded world.
That should be completely round. But its not. It has to many unloved edges.

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