maybe I'm not enough for my body.
my body isn't enough to love.
not enough,
because I tug and poke at the parts I dislike.
I look at my naked body before I step in the shower,
criticizing every little part that isn't enough,
and will never be enough.
my arms are too small,
I tell myself,
I tell myself over and over to workout longer,
to gain more strength.
otherwise I'll never be enough.
that's what society tells you...
your arms need to be small but not too big.
your legs too.
and your breasts,
need to be big enough for men to grasp while they kiss your neck.
your ass needs to be big too.
if your body isn't perfect no one will ever love you,
as much as they could,
if only you had that perfect body you are told to own.
so,
I work and work for the perfect body.
trying to grow muscle.
but no matter how hard I still criticize myself,
speaking over and over,
how I need to work harder,
work longer.
because if my body isn't enough then neither am I.
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Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
