This is for you.
This is for the girl who despises summer's warmth
While she dresses up and covers up her friends dress down
Flaunting their new beach bodies all over town
Yet she is always found
Wearing hoodies, sweaters, big tees anything but her own skin
For fear of exposing her shame to the sun's hateful rays.
While everyone is diving head first in the water
She’s lucky to even get a toe in
This is for the girl who is forced to love the dead of winter.
Her extra skin sticks to her like freshly fallen snowflakes stick to the pavement
Except she never thought of her body as beautiful
Never compared her thickness to the glistening crystals of a snowflake
She avoids mirrors at all cost
Her reflection physically makes herself sick.
To her she will always be too fat,too big, or too thick.
And nothing she ever wears fits
Especially those crop tops that expose way too much of her stomach.
And forget bikinis
No it is never said but it is always implied
Girls like her
Girls like you
Girls like me
Girls like us
Aren’t welcomed at the beach
So this is for the girl whose favorite season is winter.
For the girl that finds solace in multiple sweaters and long coats.
She hides her body like a needle hides in a haystack
She's so good at this game
Years of practice have made her a master of disguise
Years of envy mixed with self-hate made her believe her own lies
Years of being "never too small enough" made her believe she always needed to cover herself up
Drowning her body in layers rather than
Loving the skin that she was born in
No mistakes were made in her creation
God only gave her that extra weight cause he knew she was strong enough to carry it.
This is for the girl whose love-hate relationship with food has caused her more emotional stress than most high school relationships.
And nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, right?
But all she tastes is the leftover spaghetti coming up from her throat
All she feels are her fingers in mouth
All she feels is pain
The need to be photoshopped perfect is like a constant and painful hunger that consumes her
Delete excess layers
Crop out the fat
She will never be like those artificial women
So beautiful woman I say to you:
Embrace the body you were born in
So what if you aren't a size 2.
Love yourself, as I do
This is for you.