My body hates itself but i love it

My body envies my eyebrows for the thinness They blessed with . It rouses my hands in the stillness . Of the night to pluck them , erase them. In the dimness, My body meditates on the sameness, Of the space it wants share with my eyebrows . Aimless, It wonders looking for the remedy of taking so much space , of not fitting in dresses of lace . My body will pay more than twenty pounds for a map to that place , They sell pills to match the size of itself with my face . Aya Bendechache©