When I got the girls
It was because
My ex-husband
Finally got an attorney
Stupider than the one
I got off the Internet
And the first thing I wanted
Was the chest of my dreams
Everybody had opinions
Everybody wanted to tell me
That I looked beautiful without them
I didn’t really care
What anybody thought
About how I looked
Or what I needed
Or didn’t need
You know what I thought about?
I thought about
How all those people
With their opinions
Sat at my wedding
All those years ago
And kept their mouths shut
When the priest asked
Who thought
It was a bad idea
That’s when I could have
Used their opinions
I got my check
I got my surgery
And suddenly
I feel like I’ve always
Wanted to feel
And not because
It made me want
To be like anyone else
It’s just a way
I wanted to look
And I didn’t go crazy
Like some people
Said I would
Sure, I got a little botox
After I got the girls
And I had my eyes done
But then I felt fine
I felt more than fine
I felt amazing
For the first time in my life
I felt like I was in control
Of something
And before the self-taught therapists
Try to diagnose me
Let me just say
I know control isn’t something
You can acquire
With implants
But I never really figured out
How else to get it
I tried making my kids
What I wanted them to be
And they hated me for it
I tried making my marriage
What I wanted it to be
And I wound up
On my own
I tried redoing my house
And then I wound up
Not having a kitchen
For eleven months
They always say
You gotta start
With yourself
So when I got the girls
That was me
Working on me
Once I looked
The way I wanted
I started to feel
The way I wanted
To feel
Not sexy, not younger
Not even necessarily better
Just someone
Who takes charge
Of their life
And doesn’t ask anybody
If that’s okay to do
It was more money
That I should have spent
And it was something
A lot of people
Are ashamed to admit to
And all that meant
It felt fucking fantastic
And I’d do it all over again
And probably feel
Even better about it
I’m all I have to work with
So I decided
It was time
To put it all to work
No more sitting sad
In a nightgown
On a Friday night
Thinking--
Is this going to be the rest of my life?
It’s not
It’s not
Because now
I’m going to do things
Nobody thinks I should do
And see where that takes me
Doing what everybody thought
Was a bad idea
But not worth speaking up over
Got me nowhere
Might as well
Do what feels good
For a change, right?
Might as well
Learn
How to feel
Good
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