(A/N this poem is dedicated to all readers who feel over weight, fat or Plain ugly, your truly not.)
Who gives a damm about weight?
A lot of people do. Skinny, fat , over weight.
They judge you.
For how you were made, why? Maybe there unhappy with them self too.
But not like me, I hate my body. I wish I could burn away my ugliness, but I can't.
I try to loss weight, but I can't change who I am. Inside I'll always be plus size, and I've learned to be proud of that.
People can judge me, call me names. I don't care what they think, I only care for how I see myself.
I'm beautiful in my own way, I might not have big breast or a drop dead gorgeous body, but I have my curves. I have my smile and my hair.
I have my flaws, but I have my pros to. No one is ugly, there just unique, look at your pros not your flaws. See the beauty inside and out.
See yourself, not weight.
YOU ARE READING
Upon the moon
PoesíaPoems of the lost, the broken. Ones of joy, love, pain, bullying, loneliness, weight, heartbreak, death, surviving and sadness. Where my emotions fly and the weight is taken off my shoulders. If you want perfect rhymes, sorry. Then look else where...
