People may see you as inadequate or flawed To be imperfect; to be seen by all Covering up is the only way to go Dreading for summer and a wanting for snow Hating to walk by any mirror in sight Wanting to cry if clothes are at all tight Needing a way to escape from my thoughts Having the desire to drop the hate I have brought I must break free from this seal Open my eyes and heal
An imperfect body? I must change for me not everybody But the change I seek, It’s not physical to speak I must learn to love My harmful thoughts must be undone Who is perfect? No one, last time I checked What makes a flaw? Take a breath…ahh… Learn to love yourself Please, put your pain back on the shelf It’s time to dance Break free and take a chance!
So, dear my imperfect body… I learned to love you, along should everybody.
My first poem on this sight! I just wanted to tell you that there is no such thing as an ugly body. Everyone is beautiful!