i pluck, i pull, i curse, i weep

i am not sure if i will ever be comfortable in these bones 
no matter what the world says 
or the words of those who love me 
i see the at my skin 
and snarl at the folds 
too soft this body is 
i feel the itch at my skin 
and wish to slice off the ugly parts of me 
so i can be beautiful