Seeing Myself.

Opening my eyes,

Starring at my thighs,

A sad face in the mirror,

Trying hard to see an image clearer.

Knowing I was large,

having fear I turned into a barge,

Beginning to see my fate,

I turned to my favorite slice of cake.

Soon seeing how unhappy,

My mother was not sappy,

I know about a change,

Came across strange.

Instead of hating my body,

It became such a hobby,

To stop my frown,

The thoughts I had to drown.

I began to smile,

Not complaining about my 'style,'

Knowing I was large,

Escaped my fear of being called a barge,

I thought I was beautiful,

The opinions were undutiful.

But why did they matter?

Who cares if I would get flatter,

for all my life i was ashamed,

Ugly I was named.

As the trees got taller,

I no longer felt smaller.

For I am beautiful.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741