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I wish that I knew myself
the things that make me twist and turn
This body runs on autopilot
and my mind is left to burn
The skin knows how to shield me
and the legs know movement clearly
I'm just trying to ease my insecuritiesNumbers are already makin' me wheeze Amounts aren't amounting to nothing at allIt doesn't matter if it's summerIt doesn't matter if it's fall I'm trying to ease my pain Change the winner of this gameMake this
Most people only see the fun me
The girl that’s always free
The girl that’s down to party
Not the one who came from poverty
The imagine in the mirror
Is not that clear
I don’t recognize the girl that looks back
Maybe I should cut her slack
I killed so many versions of myself
So that i could breathe
So that I could live
Now I am no longer sure if
There is anything left in me,
That defines my true self
Yes I killed so many
At sixteen, we start to take shape,
solidifying morals, values, goals.
Bodies changing: gaining weight —
Are we all not burning?
In the fire of reasoning.
I wake up to prepare for a regular day,
And even then i found myself drowning,
In the thoughts of dismay.
I looked at myself in the mirror so blur,
Perfection was createdto make us feel imperfect,but imperfect, of course,is the perfect thing to be.
in*spi*ra*tion
what a silly little word for a
forever changing fact.
what is the point of being inspired
if the product of inspiration is
nothing but disappointment?
this.
your body is your home
in case you didnt hear that
i'll repeat it again
your body is your home
your body is home to something beautiful
your body is your home
in case you didnt hear that
i'll repeat it again
your body is your home
your body is home to something beautiful
5:30 am.I pretend it isn’t, so I can rise. Read. Run. Remind my burning thighs(of their burden).6:00 am. Already, I am tired.
Do you know what goes into the selfie life?
Depression and lies
To live on approval
Dangerous beauty distorted
It’s addictive as cocaine
i pass the mirrors in my bathroom.
and i never fail to notice every fault of mine,
stretched out in front of me.
Didn’t you know boy’s like skinny girls. those with their jutted out boney hips. That only anorexia can fix. Don’t you understand? Those hips, these thighs. This hurt, the lies. People say it’s all about your personality. But I don’t believe
W e jumped into the pool late one night,
E veryone’s clothes still on, ears waterlogged.
L ooking down, I saw my pink shirt
C linging to the cold curve of my hip,
I distinctly remember the first time I saw
Most girls’ bodies start to change.
I was twelve years old.
I stared with amazement and awe.
Their long legs,
My life has been anything but comfortable.
I starved myself, cut my wrists and tried to find anything punishable.
As a little girl you filled shelves with love, you never imagined it get so tough.
I wish I could tell myself back then that,
people don't care what you look like,
how small or thick your thighs are,
or what size you wear.
What they do see is,
the redness from your tears,
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
She is perfect, simply beautiful; voices echo throughout the room.
Take her home; she’s a gift, give her love she will bloom.
She was an 8-year-old girl naive and didn’t understand what it meant to be “fat”
She didn’t care it never bothered her
The subtle hints that slip her family’s tongues
Dear Body,
Don’t be ashamed; not anymore.
Don’t cry; not anymore.
Don’t hurt yourself; not anymore.
You are the temple Gods enter to sing their harmonies in.
I stared at the ceiling, crying.
I gripped tighter onto my blanket.
This same night recurs like a bad dream
Echoing in my mind, "This is all there is."
No one ever wanted to play with me at school.
Getting named called from my own fucking community is hard.
Laugh at me
For my black shade
For my black hair
For my black face
I am fat.
Some may say “same” or “retweet”
I am looking at you Ms. size four or five. SHUT UP.
Some of you are looking around the room
I am fat.
Some may say “same” or “retweet”
I am looking at you Ms. size four or five. SHUT UP.
Some of you are looking around the room
All we’ve got
Is a
Precious Knowledge of
Self- Destruction
I’ve overdosed on weight loss remedies
To feel loved
It didn’t work
I remember it like it was seconds ago.
Anxiously,
Waiting in the hall for my group to be called
To awe a table of discriminators
And teach these other girls a thang or two as if I was an educator
When I was young I took a look at myself. I always feared how people would veiw me. Would I not be good enough? Would I not be worthy? My biggest fears came from my very own mind. I used to believe I was not the prettiest or smartest girl.
