My Body, My Home - a body image poem by Anastasia Amour // My body is my victim. My victim, relentlessly taunted by the one who was meant to treasure it. Breathe in, suck it in. Nip it, tuck it in. My victim, taught lessons in worth and love and guilt and fear that it wants to forget but can't, no matter how hard it tries. My victim, kept in a cage. My victim, released only so it can be poked and prodded at and examined for new transgressions. My victim that I'll wish away; I swear I will…
