Poetry, Body Image.
| I. Her skin masqueraded vivacious torrents of calamity Stringing down her hips She was Every Woman On billboards Down side streets In the back of an alleyway Just trying to become Comfortable in Her Own Skin |
II. Freshman year, highschool 5′1″, 100 lbs. She thought she was fat Guys loved to look at her She looked away Cautious and not yet becoming a woman She sunk deeper into herself Not eating Hungry for love |
| III. Visions of cellophane centerfolds Sequestering the looks of Men in white suits and aging skin Perfectly pixelated Photoshopped beauties Postmodern princesses parading fake reality not even they Could live up to |
IV. Real bodies, real love Starts from within Every Woman Don’t dare buy in to that Beauty Standard Love those lines, those scars, those bulges, be proud to say I am not your ideal |
I am finally becoming
comfortable in my own skin
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