My thighs, my dear thighs i need you but i don’t need the hate they cause
My thighs, how dare you hurt me like this as i try to cut your fat off
My thighs, where is your gap
My eyes, how you shine blue the color of the ocean blue but also the color of sadness
My eyes, the cause of the way i see the world
My heart, why must you hurt so
My teeth, why aren't you white like a cloud
My teeth, why don’t you shine like the sun
My hair, why do you grow on my arms and legs
My brain, why do you think like this
My body, why are you like this
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Author:
Linx (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2023 22:30
- Comment from author about the poem: this is about how i feel about my body
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'My thighs, where is your gap'
wonderfully creative and grounded
on a realistic perception
of a self, as viewed by other's
and yet, containing truths
we need to address, for ourselves
more power to you!
but before we curate our body
we must ascertain a mental sate
that can fuel our fight;
your body, will
and can, Never
define you!
it is merely a portion
of the totality that makes you
You!
so begin, by appreciating
those unique and beautiful
qualities
that make you: You
learn to forgive your failings
and fall in love with your
grace, of incandescent qualities
of which I'm sure, that mirror
looking beyond your aesthetic
will identify, plenty...
then, once you have curated
a stable sense of self
take that chisel of hope and
clay of endeavour and fight
to safely, sculpt that physical reflection
you seemingly desire
knowing, you're doing it
first and foremost for yourself
stay strong!
I wish you all the luck in the world
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