Stumbled across an ‘old poem’ that I wrote down upon finding it online. It was under a youtube video about Aphrodite and feeling beautiful —

I put those words into quotes because it isn’t actually poetry. But I read it that way. There’s something inexplicably beautiful about its lack of context, knowing nothing of the author besides what they wrote. And what beautiful words they are, they touched me deep, holding onto my bones with a grip that left imprint.

Therefore, here it is :

’Didn’t know about ‘hip dips’ but I know the body shape of a mother. It’s something special. And I can’t pretend to know much about anything at all, actually.’ January 31st, 2025.