Swollen face, giraffe neck
Scarred hands, massive back
Wonkey ears, double chins
Pig feet, battered shins
Bruised knees, thunder thighs
Dry skin, tired eyes
Chubby arms, soda hole
Stomach flab, ugly mole
Shit tits, cracked lips
Fucking fat, growing hips
Getting bigger
That's my trigger
This is my reality
Obssessive thinking
I'm fucking stinking
I hate what I see
The last straw
I'm one big flaw
Body dysmorphic me.
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Author:
Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2017 04:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Rant rant rant. It's weird how i share my feelings about myself here for you all to see. But yeah. Plah. It's a hard day. It says i have body dysmorphia in my medical notes but what i feel, what i see today is truth to me. Weight gain. Plah again.
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Comments8
Fuck your medical records look inside there's the beauty
This is an excellent poem, and thank you for sharing, by the way. I agree with Kat, nothing wrong with some curves! When I see your picture I just see a pretty girl. Hoping for the best for you!
Renzi, you are really letting it all hang out here. I love the writing, but hate to tell you that it's all wrong, wrong, wrong!
I also know that you know, but somewhere inside that lovely head is a little switch that needs to be turned off. The trick is to find it and actually turn it off. And when you find it you will finally get off this crazy merry-go-round and realize yourself what beautiful person you are.
Hey, ya wanna see funny shaped body? i'll send u a pic. (please wear sunglasses cos i don't tan easy). That line of yours Obsessive thinking - hmmm obsessive drinking. I'm effin stinking. maybe not?
You wrote about ugly but in such a beautiful way. I laughed when you say giraffe neck because my neck is long and because of that I suffer from a neck pain doing my job that requires me to be looking down for many hours. When I look at the mirror I do see some imperfection but when I begun to age and my ex begun to criticize me trying to put me down I told him that I could not get better and if he was not happy he could go find someone younger. I did not change a thing on myself but I did change husbands. I believe we all have the right to be happy exactly the way we are. Exercise the compassion my dear. Compassion begin with ourselves. Thanks for your poem and believe me, you are better than you think.
Very strong write. I agree with FredPeyer that there is a switch inside you that needs to be switched off about these thoughts. Beauty flows out of your eyes and out of from your words, we can all see it in you. Stay strong. Throw away the medical notes.
hello .. such a pain filled write... so sorry to hear of your struggles. ... its all in the mind tho , how you perceive yourself may well be related to your body dysmorphia, if that is what you have , you expressed this well, you are frustrated
hello .. such a pain filled write... so sorry to hear of your struggles. ... its all in the mind tho , how you perceive yourself may well be related to your body dysmorphia, if that is what you have , you expressed this well, you are frustrated
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