This poem says quite a lot with very little.

        After reading the poem a few times, I've come to the conclusion that you're trying to say the speaker's very insecure and wants to 'cover themselves up'. I hope I'm not veering too off-course, but all in all, I did enjoy the poem.

 I agree with Vega, your poem does say a lot with very little.  I like how the line size continuously changed, almost as if the speaker can't quite decide what to stay with.  Also, white is a color of innocence, and in a way, niavete.  Perhaps the speaker is trying to cling to some innocence, or is the speaker a bit niave about something?  Your poem has a lot of questions in it, and I like it.   Well done!

The writing here is very spare. It's a thoughtful piece. Seemed to me to be a solid prose-poem, but I admit, I don't know much about poetry. Overall, I enjoyed it. It is one of those poems you can read many times over and come out with a different meaning each time.  I agree with the previous comments that you say a lot with few words.

One suggestion I would make, if you continue to work on this/play with it, is to experiment with bringing some more of the speaker's story into this. The white towels the mother buys, for example. What makes them so unique? The speaker wants to cover up or conceal something. The poem seems to lack a motive. I feel like it is veiled. Is it in some way tied to the reference to the speaker's mother? What is the speaker's discomfort.

I wouldn't be too obvious (it would ruin the tone and flow of the work) but as a reader, I want a bit more of a reason for why the towels and specifically, the mother buying towels, are so important.

I'm nearly there. Nice work.

 I agree with the first couple of critiques.  This poem says a lot without saying lots.  

I think the contrast between mothers towels and white towels is intriguing.  It shows a sense of luxury and wealth versus lack of both (with the mother's towels).  The luxury and wealth is probably not even monetary, but rather pride, self-respect, the ability to have some privacy and cover the parts of oneself that need/want to be covered.  It seems, in a sense, a coming of age story as well.  A towel for every task and every part of the body.  Towels that fit the owner perfectly!  Probably similar to youth finding his/her place in the world.  Or rather, carving out his/her place in the world. 

I thoroughly enjoyed this insightful and beautiful (yes, beautiful is a good word) but melancholy poem.  Thanks for sharing.