I'm still insecure about my body sometimes
Because I don't fit into society's standards so I form mine
My standards aren't too difficult to fit in unlike that cute dress that's only in a size 6 and so is that shoe so I'm in a real tight fit
And it hits me where it hurts
So I still stare at my large tummy and thick thighs and ask Aphrodite
"Why must I live this cursed life?"
You would think that someone who was made fun of and isolated because of their weight would move past that by now
It's true it doesn't faze me as much like before
But when I notice someone looking at the rolls and love handles with discomfort it still shakes me to my core
And I find myself reminded of a skin that I shed years ago
Then I suddenly lose all hope of truly being loved as I am
I can't go through that again
I need my closest friend.
Aphrodite, a goddess of love and beauty that transcends the heavens above
She who has had men and women alike fight over her
A friend who has taken pieces of herself and blessed me and girls like me with her beauty
Self-confidence
My full lips, wide nose, and ebony skin are proof of her existence within me
Her confidence shines through my words and body language
May the tears I shed now be accepted as a gift for blessing me with the dips and curves I have grown
And the hips for days
Because you never would've guessed Aphrodite looked like me.
DISCLAIMER:
I might scrap this because it may sound repetitive and might not be my best work
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In the Back Seat
PoetryThis is basically a poetry book of just about everything that's happened in my life I get really fuckin personal in these and that's not exactly my comfort zone so bear with me And sorry if some of my poems are too long or too short
