Dear,To the women who practicality raised me
My stomach is apart of my canvas
It's apart of my flesh
My body
My smooth skin
But it's always being judged
Being looked at as if I am asking for there opinion
I was told that I look like I am 5 mouths
Pregnant by a family member
Because my flesh doesn't match her criteria of a flat,smooth,abs Greek god body
I match the basic American hobby
Being the fat girl
The unloved girl
No one will ever look at me and see beauty they will just see this extra skin on my tummy
This pregnancy belly,
This pregnancy belly I cling to my tight fitting skirts so no one will
See my the embarrassing fat that lays there
The unloved fatty thing that clings to me
My extra skin who is judged as it
jiggles
My pregnancy belly
I didn't ask for you're opinion on
My body for my body is just a struggling canvas that once to be loved that once to be happy without you're judgement
By humanity
Because my pregnancy belly
Sees more then a flat tummy
It sees more then women judging women constantly and then turn around and say we love each other fully
We don't we judge we learn to stuff and starve are mouths from
Are sick mothers and her mouther
But this is my pregnancy belly and I didn't ask for you're opinion
