i wonder on occasion, had my mother and father settled on a different name to print upon my birth certificate, would it have altered the course of my life in any way at all.
if they had called me "tyra," would i have grown to favor the warmth of colors like yellow or orange or neon pink? and would i wrap my body in their shades, unafraid to draw in the eyes of those who might condemn me for adorning my weighty figure with such "unflattering" colors?
would i even be as large? or would i treat food as sustenance and less of a thing to fill up empty holes, the type of holes that cannot be filled with cakes and chips.
would i even care?
would i even care, if i were thin or fat or something in between? what if all the things gnawing at my heart today were nothing more than passing thoughts to her?
i wonder who "tyra" could've turned into, if not just the same, though i suppose it's futile to daydream about the potential of some letters, added and rearranged.
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