I think about being a little girl Swimming I did always love the sea Getting lost in the blue, the blurred line between sky and water Swimming fast One stroke Two strokes, faster If I swim slower my hair drifts away from me, billows like seaweed as it catches up with my new rhythm I pretend being a mermaid Swim with my legs touching No gaps here No thigh gaps If I look at my body when standing in clear water It’s of an odd shape And its true contours do not matter Because water distorts everything And I take pleasure in it I take comfort in it I wish…