Today I Feel Pretty – By Inny Taylor

By Inny Taylor
Photography by Lorenzo Scudiero

I’ve been drinking water; my shoulders are bare and golden
Pieces of my collar bone are peeking out from the corners of my halter
It’s almost summer; I’ve been jogging through old neighborhoods; I feel human
I keeping thinking if I want to kiss a boy I can; I feel in control
In control and not in need of fuckboys–babe was a fuckboy who lasted for 5 years
Babe you were a baby, my baby, I loved you, my glass half empty–
And the hidden mold growing on the bathtub walls that I’m finally cleaning out
I sat out on the window bench; ate a croissant and smoked a cigarette; hummed along to the cafe’s tunes
Feels like I’m in Paris; falling in love; only in love with myself
Even the sun notices I’m alive today, keeps shining down on me, making me wanna dance
And I feel like I am holding hands with a very sweet ghost that keeps whispering: Let go of the past.
Oh well I have been listening to the messages in the wind and I don’t turn the volume down anymore
There was static; it was a frequency problem but that’s alright
I have found wiggling the antennas will smooth just about anything out
Broken heart has been in a cast: almost healed with so many lovely notes scribbled from friends and strangers over it
And he said I looked like a starburst when I passed him by
So I made myself fall asleep earlier so I could dream longer and shoot a cross the cotton candy sky
Because today was strange I felt pretty
Uncovered, revealed, exposed and standing on solid growing-ground with a silly little feeling budding:
So this is how it feels to be okay
To be okay and to be happy like the boys in the punk band who drink beer until 6:00am
In comparison to the panting maltese walked by the curly haired girl, I think I’m doing just fine
One vintage sandal in front of the other, this is how I’ll get places in town and afar from now on I’ve decided
Everything won’t be easy and I’ve never been very good at math but I can always figure it out
So that girl in the mirror was me; is me:
Pretty, today; today I am pretty
Goodnight…