They say eyes are the mirror to the soul
But mine, at myself, always find holes
It's not fun to be despised with your looks
Thanks to someone who threw a comment
Where you didn't have the privilege to run
They say to love your scars, bruises, and
All of your body marks, but do beauty standards
fit wide enough for mine? I love others' but how come
I can't love mine... am I cruel?
Or do your beauty standards make me less of a woman?
I'm not curvy yet flat or tall
but not more than a man, I have what I have
and I try to love it but some days those
Instagram fakes can't slip out of my mind,
it's not reality, I know...but why do we sell it?
and worse throw comments that could make someone feel bad?
I'm not mad, but how do women support women, yet, at each
other say something bad? Does patriarchy over rule?
Or did we leave so much space for them in the room?
To say "you're skinny" is no less than "fat",
it's body shaming, perhaps, you should've been
taught more about that,to love me is to accept
My real image, not the one defected perceptions
have planted in my little kid's mind,
my body image isn't weak,
but it's both beauty and the beast...
