Ode to the Thigh Gap

O Thigh Gap, how I wish for you so.

Two legs, tight thighs that never

meet, on that one skinny girl

who eats dessert at dhall.

I eat balanced meals,

I lift, I squat, I lunge.

Yet my thighs still

bump each other when I run.

I think I am fit, but when I look

in the mirror with my feet

together, I realize I am

your slave, Thigh Gap.

But why can’t I get you??