Starfruit

I touch my cheeks and think of how much I wished to hide them.

How as I child I would do anything in my power to shrink them

Into something so powerless it no longer existed.

I wish my cheeks were flushed with no longer their natural blush,

And not considered a tomato that made kids chuckle in gym class.

I pinched my cheeks back and admired how they would look if they ceased to exist,

And how much my photos would be better, no longer requiring an app to fix them.

You noticed my worry, and hugged my hips from behind,

Telling me i remind you of the sweetest blueberry,

With a natural color no artist could ever create.