As the song "I'm in love with the shape of you" played on the speakers,
She was running on the tread mill panting, hating her loose skin and thick thighs,
As slim waist and long legs is what she prioritized.
He laughs keeping the slice of pizza down without taking a bite,
As the need to maintain a flat stomach with abs is what he prioritized.
She called herself a foodie, but counted her every calorie intake,
He stopped going out with his friends, not being able to tolerate the shrewd nick names they gave,
The stereotyping we did,
The herd mentality we preached,
The wall they built around them were too high to be reached,
Both were hard to break, as we all felt our own skin is nothing but a sin.
YOU ARE READING
RA's Poetry
PoetryEvery word has a meaning, every words has a cause. A word from me can heal your heart or tear it apart. I choose wise, wishing you do the same.
