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I look in the mirror and
Discontent dark eyes stare back at me
Filled with sorrow and chagrin
Making me feel unworthy of being me
Ashamed of myself, I look away
Trying to forget my out of proportion body shape
But my mind has a vivid image of it
Fat teeming out of unlikely places
Stretch marks leaving unholy traces
Waist too small to fit into my brand-new jeans
And too big to be called perfectly lean
Arms far from being toned
And I can hear their infuriated groans
Thighs which jiggle with each step
Shaking the very ground that they tread
Cautioning people of an oncoming tremor
And I hear snickers of ''What the hell is wrong with her"
When these thoughts cross my mind
How do I not look away from the appalling body structure, I proudly call mine?
How do I not view myself with contempt?
How do I not feel that I don't belong in this world of size zero girls?
How do I not feel like trash?
When I am constantly being told that I am
How should I learn to feel good about myself?
More importantly, feel good about my body?
When all the media says is, that its shoddy
I sometimes wonder, what it would like to be
Born into a world that was judgement free
A world where I can look like I want
Not the way I am told to be
A world where I have the freedom of choice
Without traditionalist ideas foist
A world where I am happy to be
Frolicking and free
Of course, if such a world existed, we wouldn't yearn for utopia
A world given carte blanche in cornucopia
But this is a far-fetched dream
Because the world we live in
Has a prejudiced society, demanding for all of us to be skinny and lean
They want us to look like a starved magazine cover girl
Whose teeth gleam like pearls
And figure looks nothing short of petite
With muscles of an athlete
They want a girl who is dainty and fair
But not one who is polite and cares
They want a girl with an hourglass frame
Not the girl with the brains
They want all of us to be 36-24-36
Not realizing that body size is something that cannot be fixed
If this society dictates how I should look
Doesn't it ring a cause for us to unhook
Unhook ourselves from this toxic mentality hung on the doors of reality
And embrace our individuality
We all are different and unique
Certainly not a bunch of conforming freaks
We all have a voice which we may think is weak
But when we come together, we can make even hell look chic
Let's paint our canvas, they way we want it to be
Our body is our art and it should be free of decree!
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Musings- a poetry collection
Poetry"Why oh why do you love me so much? Have you seen nothing watching me permanently mislay? I have lost myself! And yet you stand there smiling at me, as bright as the dawn of a new day. I can't fathom this. Is there something I have misjudged? All I...
