I'm squishy and soft
rounded and curved
you tell me I'm beautiful
But I just don't see it
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Bathroom mirror, opened
I do not want to see my reflection as I walk in
full length mirror covered in a blanket
I get ready in the dark
I don't brush my hair, just throw on a hat
I can't bear
to look at the body you told me you loved
If you can't love me
How should I?
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She hid under unassuming, formless clothes
covered from head to toe
Now
she's showing off in pastels
barely covering up the necessities
don't get it twisted
she has more self-respect now than she ever did.
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I was always told
the way I wanted to look
didn't suit me;
the hair,
the clothes,
the colors,
none of it was flattering
Then I stopped giving a fuck.
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I'm insecure
and I don't think they know
that when I'm at my worst
I'm showing the most
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I get all done up
my makeup is extravagant and bold
heels higher than my self-esteem
shirt plunging lower than my will to live
I know I'll get looks
I know that people will catcall and honk at me from their car
but I'll take any type of attention right now
I just need people to see me...
YOU ARE READING
A Flower in the Wind
Poezja+++++This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.+++++ TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE THEMES COVERED IN THIS PIECE: SELF HARM, PARENTAL AND INTIMATE PARTNER ABUSE (DOMESTIC ABUSE)...
