The measure of all things

Tape measures
Pass over taught skin
That binds the rise and fall
Of jutting hip bones and dimpled thighs.
Measuring fleeting indulgence
with disdain,
And restriction with 
shallow praise.
Pulling tight until the numbers fit
even tighter swathes of 
leather and lycra,
Until the miracle of being and breathing and birthing and living
can be neatly tied up
into mere centimetres.

by @annacjmackenzie