Fat rolls through thin shirts
Thick thighs under short skirts
I wish there was less of me
I wish I could make myself see
That the rolls aren't that fat
The shirts aren't that thin
The thighs aren't that thick
The skirt isn't that short
And my body doesn't rhyme
But that doesn't make me
Not a poem
(A/N)
I've been feeling really awful about my body lately. Even though I know that I'm not fat, I feel like I am, and sometimes I catch myself thinking awful things about myself that I would never think about anyone else. I thought that maybe writing a poem would help, and it did, somewhat. (Not really).
On a lighter note, it's almost time to start a new poetry book! It'll be my third, and I'm really excited to share more of myself with you. Thanks to anyone who actually cares enough to read this!
YOU ARE READING
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
