Empty. Mind. Body. Soul.
I sit and stare into the mirror
To study each one of my flaws, every mole
I grasp my stomach pulling it nearer
Constant petrifying fear of gaining weight
Paired with everlasting self hate
my ideal image to consistently dissipate
I continue to wait
For joyous times of acceptance and love
Where everyone seems to care
These sentiments will never fit like a glove
This image, fake as the color of my hair
I lay awake face pressed against gun
I never knew just when to run
Yearning to sprint back to before it all spun
I wish everyone would learn never to shun
Poetry
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This is a really powerful poem- one that I relate to too much. People keep preaching self-love and no body shaming, but is that even possible? That’s certainly not what’s going on now. I ope you come to love yourself, because once your confident in yourself, others will be drawn to you.
Thank you so much! Yes that’s definitely the case in modern times, there are so many conflicting messages from the media that it can be hard to decipher what it truly means to lead a healthy lifestyle. But, I’m ignoring Insta-model posts, and pushing past my disordered thoughts day by day. I’m learning to love myself, stretch marks and all.