I Hate That Moment

I hate that moment
when envy consumes me
when I wish I was more…
or less…

When insecurity conquers
self-worth
and physicality becomes all I can see.

I hate than moment
when I don’t like myself–
when I feel inadequate
and awkward
and less than what she is
whoever she is
at the moment
where I am not good enough
through my own eyes.

That moment when I start to fall
and in the same breath
catch myself…