My Body, Not Yours

Thu, 01/22/2015 - 17:23 -- hstamps


They tell me my skin isn't perfect

and think I can control it, 

like it's my choice to have acne,

and I can just make it go away.

It's my body, not yours.



They tell me I need to eat more,

put on some weight, and workout.

You're too skinny they say. I can hear them

calling: "Hey toothpick, skeleton, bone boy!"

It's my body, not yours.



They say I am not good enough,

that I am not pretty enough,

that I'm not muscular enough.

But I tell them I am who I am,

and I love the way I look.

It's my body, not yours.


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