This body swelled and stored fat without my permission.
It shoved off measurements and proportions
as it bloomed into society’s black book.
I try to convince myself that a giraffe is not a model
because every elephant has a trunk
but I do not listen.
Cute shoes won’t fit on my feet
’cause they say I’m not fit and I don’t fit in.
Mockery raise brows and blinks
from the eyes of friends, I don’t call friends.
Their sweet chuckles taste bitter in my ears,
as every flash of sham strikes like lightning.
Fake smiles are my only offering to this
daily crucification.
I rearrange my voice to answer them,
but I don’t.
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I can totally relate. Nice one dear
Thanks dear
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