StopBodyShaming
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They said "I was beautiful enough "They looked at me blankly, and saw somewhat fit thighs, a somewhat of a put together face Hazel eyes that are presentable, heart on a sleeve
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie.
He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes.
He refused to stay home most of the time,
I am a goddess
of perceptual beauty
woven by my own intricacies;
a tapestry of feminine familiarity.
I am a goddess
of voluptuous curves
shaped by motherly hands;
I woke up like this.
I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning
And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth.
I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean!
I woke up like this.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain,
And personality is viewed as a crutch,
The world is construed, and I am so proud
Confidence is key but no one ever taught me how to achieve it.
I learned it on my own by realizing other opinions won't make me any different.
