It's not that I don't want you
to touch, to be touched,
but I cling to my embarrassment
like an anorak in the wind.

I know I'm not beautiful,
but am I normal?

Clothes hide my chub,
so stop telling me
You're not fat
I'm the one with the scales
and the mirror, darling.

And even then,
it's not even that.
The porno-whores
with shaved bodies,
perfect legs, mouths
wide, wide open.

They might not be normal,
but they're the easiest nudes
to view, and I don't compare.