from the stretch marks on my thighs
to my light eyebrows
and my small eyes
from my ginger red hair
to my freckles
and a complexion too fair
from my slightly bigger nose
to my small wrists
and my black clothes
from my pimples
to my skinny body
and my growing wrinkles
from left to right
from head to toe
self-love has never been in sight
I have been told to hate all that is me
and I have gladly obliged
I have been what you wanted me to be
I have squeezed, pulled, painted and looked
I have done it all to appeal to you
in the hopes that my imperfections would be overlooked
I have been squeezed into a mold
I have been wrapped up and dressed up
and I have been paper for you to fold
but it is time to step up and take charge
it is time to love who I am
whether I am a size small, medium or large
whether I am tan, fair or white
whether my skin is clear or textured
it is time for me to fight
I will no longer oblige to your ridiculous rules
I will no longer oblige to your beauty standards
and I will no longer abuse myself with beauty tools
I will look in the mirror and be proud
I will smile to myself and love who I am
'cause that's what self-love is all about.
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the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
