This butterfly cinquain is for Brian’s prompt about shopping. I’ve gotten more relaxed about the things in the poem, but it’s still where my mind went. I think things have gotten better because I used to not think I was worthy to take up any space, more metaphorically, so I made myself take up literally as little space as possible. Anyway, I hate shopping, especially for clothes! Also linking with DVerse OLN.
Shopping For clothes is a Nightmare -- such work to stop Comparing sizes, focus not On flaws -- One draws False conclusions believing lies About worth and body Size, make some space For truth.
This doesn’t look so bad, though.
It reminds me of a thrift shore, and I like those.
Oooh! I just realized: I think that painting near the right is of my patron saint, St. Thérèse of Lisieux! 😀