She doesn’t fit into her jeans like she used to
She does a turn in the mirror, sucking in
She wants to look younger, but younger is old
Old is withered and famished,
clumsy and gullible
Like a rose trying to become a bud again
Like a snake trying to squeeze into its old skin
She can’t fit into her jeans like she used to, nor can she think like she used to
It’s expedient to want things to stay the same
Because we live in a universe that behaves as a kaleidoscope and with each step we take the world changes around us
Into a billion more things
Her jeans don’t fit like they used to, but she’s never felt safer in her own skin
She knows that things won’t be like they used to, and she accepts the change
But she knows that this applies to everyone she’s ever met
We will never be the same again