The Truth About Me

I feel as if I am one with the water.
The temperature of the water is more to my liking than the air's.
I can move as I please in the water,
Turning, leaping, flipping, gliding,
As I feel I should.

It's as if I can be me here.
I feel my real weight here.
My body can do as I say,
I am pretty.
I move gracefully.

All is light, easy.
Hair unstyled, clothing optional.
Just me.

But my hands take it in too quickly.
Wrinkled, puffy, blue-ish white.
They give me away.
I am not supposed to stay here.
They look ugly.

They betray what I want to believe
About myself.
They betray how I feel here.
They show you I really belong on land
in the air
with them
alone
but me.