Sometimes,
I like to stand in the mirror
And see the physical features
I admire.
And the second I praise it,
The opposite seeps into my brain
And what I found to be pretty
Isn't so anymore.
I used to like my nose,
Not too large and not too wide,
Fitting perfectly on my face,
And I was comfortable with it.
Now I see the size and width
Being comedically large
Enough to take out whoever is
Around me at any moment in time.
I used to like my hair,
Brown and thick and magical,
Able to showcase any style
Effortlessly.
Now I see it as a messy rat's nest
That never is able to stay clean
Or hold any shape for longer
Than it was applied in the first place.
I used to think my weight was okay,
And that all the girls I see
That share the same body type
Are as normal as anyone else.
But I look at the fat on my stomach,
My larger breasts and meaty thighs,
And think I was growing into a body
That I was meant to be ashamed of.
All these attributes are things
I shouldn't bat an eye for,
That I should come to love the body
I've grown to have.
And while it's easy to love it when
I feel like I can,
It exists as a reminder of
What I can't love:
The chubbiness, the stretch marks,
The larger sizes and the curves
That accentuate features that
Make me a piece of meat
For hungry eyes to salivate at
Instead of a growing human being.
I can see my body in a mirror,
But I can't really see me.
And it makes me wonder
If loving my flawed body
Is something I really should do,
Or I should just understand
That what I have
Will be something that can't truly be
Loved in the first place.
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PoetryA collection of poems, stemming from a girl being hopelessly in love, the recollection of her past trauma, and the impending unknown that her life will inevitably encounter. And within these moments is a world of her own, tangible and ever-growing...
