I stand in front of her
Her frizzy hair cascading
That old t-shirt hanging
From her slouched shoulders
Hiding the curves underneath
Her muffin tops stay sheathed
Slim calves with thighs that kiss
Breasts too small to catch the attention
Of any suitable man
A face too ridden with blemishes
How can anyone consider her beautiful?
But I do.
I see her everyday
With every glimpse of the mirror
Her small frame my own
I know we're beautiful
I see it in the way our eyes glisten
How our smiles are there no matter what
Through the constant repetition of
Insults that tear through my mind
I am a warrior who has survived
She is a reminder of that battle
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