Pants don't fit me.
That's not a metaphor,
or poetic,
I'm not trying to be.
Pants just,
they don't fit me.
And everybody says
I have "the perfect body"
but then they complain
that they aren't skinny
when they are,
at least compared to me.
Pants don't fit me.
I wish I knew why
people designed these
evil things
in the way they do
for so long
the designs
gave me body issues.
It's sad but it's true.
Pants don't fit me,
not without a belt.
My mom once said,
I should be a size down.
I'm not fat,
nor am I skinny,
but pants they just
don't
fit me.
I guess pants are my biggest insecurity.
Dressing rooms are nightmares
come to life
at least for me.
Because of the amount of times
I've tried to squeeze
into pants that don't fit me.
All because I've let other people
decide they know my body.
Well,
pants don't fit me.
And I think that's all right.
Maybe one day society will see,
that not everyone fits their predetermined "sizes",
and one day we'll be,
happy, and allowed to fit into anything,
they way we are,
without having to change,
just to wear,
the stupid pants,
that have never once,
fit me.
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I Wrote This At Midnight
ŞiirI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
