the pressure on myself to be thin is high above the radar
ain't got platinum hair or stilettos up to here all I have is an average body I am no skinny mini
I feel the pressure of our society it wants us to be perfect and stick thin but I am none of those things
glamour seems to be self destruction and eating disorders manic depression and starvation none of those are healthy but our society they glamorize our deadly addictions and our unhappy decisions
I miss the days when Marilyn Monroe was seen as a *** symbol not for a thin appearance but for her beauty and captivating curves
your body shape is something you shouldn't be ashamed of you are beautiful no matter what it's our society which really *****
if you're insecure, you'll understand this poem. this poem is about how society tells us what to look like, or what you should be, how you should be etc.