I crave the taste of skinny
But my appetite betrays me
Taste buds wanting more
Grabbing my fat I failed
Again always typical of me
I could never be what I want
Arms with hanging skin
If only they could be muscle
Then perhaps I wouldn't care
If my thighs were thinner
Not jiggling when I run
I'm my own worst critic
I know I need to eat healthier
Going back to school
I'll see all the girls in crop tops
Skinny jeans and short shorts
And all I know
Is that I'll never be pretty like that
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don't have blonde hair, or a skinny body. I'm not on the cheer team, dance team, tennis team, or lacrosse team. I'm not popular, not bubbly or extroverted enough. I'm not rich enough to eat out every day and get expensive drinks. I don't dress like they do, I never have the coolest clothes or whatever is trending. I can't afford to spray tan and to get fake nails. I don't have my ears pierced, I'm not pretty like them. I'm not as white as they are, but also not as orange from tanning. I don't dye my hair or get highlights. I don't wear a full face of makeup. I'll never fit into them, but I wish I would. Nobody in school sees pretty in me.
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Comments3
True beauty's not on the outside.
You know very well most people will never see that
Don't care about the people who don't see it, if they don't see it, it wasn't meant for them to see.
Fair enough
true beauts not on the outside, its on the inside, in some comments you said "You know very well most people will never see that"
but those who see your smile, look into your eyes, see your kind gestures,and read youre poetry those are the people who know and see your true beauty
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