Bloom.

The Gap

Please let me know what you think about this poem and comment! I'm not really sure about this one...
(Also please read the author's note at the bottom it's really important!)
I stand,
It stands back.
My reflection. Neutral.
I measure the small gap in between my legs,
Pride swells in my chest as I see that they are not touching.
My chest.
I remember the boy from yesterday.
The one that said he liked them.
My pride grows bigger.
Fat.
The one word that claws my friends apart
It chokes them, it starts in their stomach.
Their stomach.
Their stomach that is too big. It's always too big.
Then it claws its way up to their chest.
It never hurts their chest, they never care if their chest is "fat"
But the word will continue to claw and bite
To choke and drown them
Because after it meets their chest, it meets their mind.
Their mind.
Their minds like clouds, blown by the wind.
Their mind like stone, fixed on this word.
But this word does not claw me.
It does not bite or choke me.
I know this word is not what I am.
Because the boy from yesterday told me I wasn't.
He said I was hot.
He said he liked my chest.
He said he liked me.
And that's how I know I am beautiful.
Because he told me.
Because he created the gaps.

a/n
This poem is for anyone struggling with confidence. I notice that if people don't pick their bodies apart, they base their 'confidence' off of what other people think.
The last sentence of this poem is really important to me because I feel like on social media (and everywhere really), people are idolizing thigh gaps and beautiful bodies, and for her to say that he created the gaps is acknowledging the fact that she is letting him use her body to represent her beauty. That his comments on being "hot" caused her to care about whether there was a gap or not and that she is allowing herself to notice them for the first time.