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Colleen Lyons Jun 2015
Consume speed,
rid auxiliary weight—

no love handles,
no fat from rearview—

just frame,
pumping heart,
place where man can sit.

Muffin-top women watch me
quiver under skin,

unshakable desire
to chew fat from their bodies—

never know if I’d
swallow or spit.
Alex May 2015
You are more than the price tag on your clothes,
More than the number on the scale.
You are more than the grades you are given,
& the pants size you fit in.

You are more than the number of friends you have,
More than the reflection in the mirror.
You’re flawless because you’re his creation.
I can’t make in any clearer.
I am not religious but this was made to be for anyone to read.
Colleen Lyons May 2015
Swallow hard
the food that congeals
under your skin
to divert the gazes
of perverted men

and hangs you closer
to your death bed
where calloused man hands
can’t ***** you,

your memories,
poor girl.
Inspired by someone who was molested as a child, and told me that she overate to gain weight, so that men would find her physically unappealing.
He Pa'amon Apr 2015
Familiar grooves and caramel swells,
Fleshy masses and velvety, flecked skin
Of the body she hates and loves so well.
Trapped in this sole vessel in which she dwells,
Behind corpulent walls, she feels choked in.
Familiar grooves and caramel swells,
A warm and supple being, she compels
Herself to deface with hate. The scarring
Of the body she hates and loves so well.
Stare at the reflection, try to dispel
Scrutiny. She wants to embrace and grin.
Familiar grooves and caramel swells,
She knows her body’s deep and ***** spell,
Justifying gluttony, making sin
Of the body she hates and loves so well.
Gently caressing as she softly tells
Her fullness of forgiving and loving
Familiar grooves and caramel swells
Of the body she hates and loves so well.
B M Clark Apr 2015
Body image *****.

Let me tell you something,
It may surprise you but I hope not.
Body image *****.
For everyone.

Not just big girls,
Hell not even just girls,
Everyone feel this.

I weigh 140 lbs.
I. Feel. Too. Fat.
When I weighed 115 lbs.
I. Felt. Too. Thin.

Body image *****.
Help.
Us.
We need to feel pretty again.
Cierra Spina Apr 2015
My favorite parts about myself
Are the metal rods
Protruding from my skin
My nose
My ears
The diamonds            
They sparkle
How is it that I cherish
The things I added
The most
My favorite features are stitched in
Mounted to my skin
For I do not find much beauty
In myself
But my expression of me
Is slowly getting to
Where I need it to be
Decorating my skin
Embellishing myself
Soon I hope to have ink
Streaking my surface
On display
Shards of the inner me
Out where everyone can see
*maybe one day
Antoinette G Mar 2015
They say if I want to fit in

Than I should

Walk like them

Talk like them

Dress Like them


They say that beauty

Is in the eye of the beholder

Well, someone needs to inform them

Because they say that in order to be pretty

Or to fit in

You have to be like them


It's everywhere you go

On the television on your favorite show

On the billboards you pass on the road

On the books that you read

On the movie screens

On the cover of magazines


They are there

They are what we all wish to be

They have the perfect faces

With the perfect teeth

With the perfect long legs

And the perfect bodies


We know that they aren't that perfect

But we still want to be like them

We know that they use filters

And have the top make-up artist working on them



Yet we still

Want to spend hundreds of dollars

So that we can have those clothes that they wear

Have that look  

By buying that $20 make-up


They rule our lives

They rule our minds

But why ?


Why do we let them decide

We need to take back our power

We need to show some self pride

We should stop looking to them

To tell us what pretty is

We need to become a me

A I'm pretty
Instead of a their pretty
We need to look at ourselves

And set the standard

Because your you

So you should be you

Instead of a them
She says,

Smile more
He says,
Look you got to freak out a little less
And I wait
They say if you’re quiet enough,
You start to hear your own voice
I can’t decide if that’s a good thing
He picks me up and I dumb myself down
Rinses me down while I size myself up
Width is still one word I can’t say without biting my tongue too much at the end
Misha Kroon Mar 2015
I hate long walks,
I hate short walks,
I hate flights of stairs,
I hate how I get out of breath so easy,
I hate my lungs and my stomach,
I hate eating,
I hate not eating even more,
I hate looking in the mirror,
I hate that I hate looking,
I hate feeling like I have to wear so much makeup to be confident,
I hate feeling like I shouldn't wear it,
I hate that I'm not attractive to anyone,
I hate that I can't use a phone,
I hate that I'm so terrified someone will answer that I never call,
I hate waking up alone,
I hate going to sleep alone,
I hate being the third wheel all the time,
I hate that I can't ever be wholly happy,
I hate that I hate these things.

A wise man once said,
'Love how you hate you self,
Because *******,
At least there's still something to hate,'

I love that I'm still here,
I love that I've not given up,
I love that there are days when the mirror is bearable,
I love that there are single moments I feel infinite bliss.
I love how I hate myself,
Because at least I'm still here to hate me.
Wise man - Neil Hilborn
I don't know what this is, I don't know if I even like it tbh
Kelsey Nicole Feb 2015
Like rippling water distorts a reflection,
the mirror reshapes my
stomach,
thighs,
arms.

Buttons unlatch from their holsters,
The zipper loosens its grip,
Exposed are the  things I despise.

Pinching, pulling, pushing.
Nothing changes, all still there.

Not so much a distorted body,
More so a distorted mind.
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