I was really charmed by this poem by Sandra Kasturi. I don’t think that this is really “body image in the broadest sense,” but that’s OK.
Frankenstein’s Monster’s Wife’s Therapist
She tells me she’s happy now.
They’ve reconciled. He spends
most evenings at home
and they’ve started to try
to make babies: he bringing
their limbs home, she
with her size 10 sewing needle.