Your body is not wrong.
Just because you aren't familiar looking,
Does not mean you don't belong.
We are all different,
That's not a crime.
Being different is what makes what's yours is yours,
And what's mine is mine.
Unique to only ourselves.
We wear the journey we have tread,
Scars from wounds in battles we fought,
From demons we faced.
Some of us are tall,
Some are short.
Some are bigger in size,
And some are more slender.
But this does not define our worth.
No,
who we are is not the body we move in.
Our body is there for us,
So we can do great things.
We weren't meant to be scrutinized,
To be picked apart under a microscope,
To be checked off a list of societal views,
So the media can tell us we need more,
That what we are is not sufficient.
We need to change our hair,
Our faces,
Our bodies.
We aren't good enough.
This is the lie we all tell ourselves.
But when you're alone,
And you look in the mirror,
What do you see ?
I am sick,
you see.
I see a girl who is broken,
Incomplete.
Because I have lumps and bumps,
Rolls and hills,
When I'm told visually I should be flat.
I should be smooth with no details.
But what is so wrong with my body?
Why do you tell me I am wrong
When I was meant to be this way?
Designed to be only me,
We are not the same,
But that is what makes everyone who they are.
This is why we are all different.
To appreciate and learn from one another,
To see that perfection is the flaw,
We all have that desire to be like someone else,
When all we need is to finally just accept ourselves.
j.t.
