Bones
and skin
and an almost nonexistent tummy
were enjoyable to me

I loved my hip bones
and I was satisfied with what I saw in the mirror
I ate often until I was full

I thought I was regular looking.
And I had peace with my shape
until the voices came

"You're too skinny"
"You're abnormal"
"You have a boyish body"
"You're legs are sticks"
"Where'd your *** go?"
"You've gotta eat more"
"Where are your *******?"
"Your back is awfully boney"

And those words
deteriorated me
and I was left with no good thoughts about myself

And I wish I could scream
and tell them I'm fine
I'm eating well
I'm suviving fine

I used to like myself
But now I don't
And it's all them spewing out words

We all have this perception of self love
And how you can't love if you don't love yourself first
But I think we need someone to love us first
to tell us our bones are beautiful
Or our places of fat are meaningless
And to tell us we're loved

But they're hypocritical
Their critiques will never help
And I'll never love my bones again.