I look at myself in the mirror,
Wishing I was tall, and a lot thinner.
A skin that glows, and hair like waves,
A body that's desirable, that everyone craves.
I'm full of stretch marks, here and there,
With pimples and acne, and body hair.
It's unusual right, no it really isn't,
Yet for the sight, it is unpleasant.
I do desire a sculpted me,
A person who everyone wants to be.
I'm not perfect I do admit,
But when I look within myself, there's more to it.
My body goes through thick and thin,
Yet I find flaws in my hair or skin.
I realise, I've been harsh on myself before,
Deprived my body of the love and care, but no more.
Not tall, thin, curvy, skinny or fair
My body deserves the love and care.
Perfection, it is nothing but a sham,
I'm a flawed person, that's who I am.
Instead of being a person with visual appeal,
I can be authentic, I can be real.
Beauty standards are indeed hard and cruel,
But still, I am beautiful.
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Words Of The Mind
PoetryThis book has poems according to different situations in life. There may be a time when we need some words for encouragement, sometimes, to celebrate our happiness, sometimes to cheer ourselves. By reading, we can actually do that... So enjoy... BTW...
