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!
