#bodyissues - Hello Poetry

im tangled, wrapped in tape measures that will never read what i desire im glued onto a scale which determines my worth OVERWEIGHT to watch the numbers lower would be a miracle. all my sacrifices paying off... but you're sick sick with something killing you something that must be fixed force feed me till i can't fight back FAILURE then i return to the sorry old loop one that continues as it determines my worth.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 12:31 AM UTC

pastelolivee

loop

im tangled, wrapped in tape measures that will never read what i desire im glued onto a scale which determines my worth OVERWEIGHT to watch the numbers lower would be a miracle. all my sacrifices paying off... but you're sick sick with something killing you something that must be fixed force feed me till i can't fight back FAILURE then i return to the sorry old loop one that continues as it determines my worth.

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how does it feel to gaze upon a mirror and then declare that you are not disgusted with what you see— your flat chest that amplifies your heartbeats— lub dub, lub dub. your short stature ready to be encased in arms that would be afraid to even think of you walking away. your crooked teeth that would be perfect to bite the belly of the beast. or your short hair that your past lovers had disapproved of, saying that you look better with your hair longer. it is unbearable to not be a conventional type of symmetry, to have jagged edges deemed to be no longer worth saving. how does it feel to gaze upon a mirror and finally decide that you have a body worth embracing. how does it feel to be so devoted, so in love with your own temple that you kiss it at every given opportunity? —12:50AM

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Dec 23, 2019

Dec 23, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC

littleredwolf

temple

how does it feel to gaze upon a mirror and then declare that you are not disgusted with what you see— your flat chest that amplifies your heartbeats— lub dub, lub dub. your short stature ready to be encased in arms that would be afraid to even think of you walking away. your crooked teeth that would be perfect to bite the belly of the beast. or your short hair that your past lovers had disapproved of, saying that you look better with your hair longer. it is unbearable to not be a conventional type of symmetry, to have jagged edges deemed to be no longer worth saving. how does it feel to gaze upon a mirror and finally decide that you have a body worth embracing. how does it feel to be so devoted, so in love with your own temple that you kiss it at every given opportunity? —12:50AM

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you're too skinny, girl I want to be just like you you're not healthy, girl lay me down right next to you broken and free is a fine line. (everybody's pretty in the right light) think I could be pretty unhealthy too

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Oct 22, 2019

Oct 22, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC

birdsung

rib/count

you're too skinny, girl I want to be just like you you're not healthy, girl lay me down right next to you broken and free is a fine line. (everybody's pretty in the right light) think I could be pretty unhealthy too

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I look at myself in the mirror. I **** my stomach in. I turn and walk away, only to turn around. Today isn't a great day. I think of changing my clothes. I think of changing my clothes, again. I decide I don't have time to do it. (I don't think about the inner thoughts pervading my head). I get called cute once. I get called cute twice. I have a skip in my step. Hey, this isn't so bad, is it? Some days, I give in to the peer pressure in my head. Some days, I dress in baggy clothes to try and hide my figure. But, some days, some very rare days, I love the way I look.

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC

varshinir93

One of those days

I look at myself in the mirror. I **** my stomach in. I turn and walk away, only to turn around. Today isn't a great day. I think of changing my clothes. I think of changing my clothes, again. I decide I don't have time to do it. (I don't think about the inner thoughts pervading my head). I get called cute once. I get called cute twice. I have a skip in my step. Hey, this isn't so bad, is it? Some days, I give in to the peer pressure in my head. Some days, I dress in baggy clothes to try and hide my figure. But, some days, some very rare days, I love the way I look.

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150: "I've never had a fat girlfriend" your now ex-boyfriend explains when questioned about the reason why he said the two of you just won't work. He tells you that "he thinks you're cute, but would be much cuter if you lost a few pounds". His words echo in your brain until eventually insults are the only thing you can force yourself to swallow. 120: Everyone is congratulating you on your extraordinary weight loss, they all want to know your secrets. You don't tell them that every night you're on your knees worshipping the toilet bowl. That the only chocolate you've tasted in months is the chalky, sweetness of the laxatives that you take like a daily vitamin. That you don't allow yourself food until the emptiness inside you threatens to steal your consciousness. Instead, you smile and say "must be good genes". 90: You get into a fight with your mother after she tries to force you to eat dinner with your family. You ate yesterday, this will throw off all the goals you've been striving towards. You no longer know how to survive if you're not destroying yourself in the process. 90: You run into your ex boyfriend at the local Walmart with his new girlfriend. She's heavier than you are, but her eyes still shine like lighthouses, he hasn't gotten to her yet. You try to telepathically tell her to run, to leave while she's still whole, but you know the message gets lost on its way. So you settle for a smile, and a compliment to the figure she still has. 120: It's so hard to live in a society where perfection is unattainable but at the same time required... However, it's not impossible. You are already in recovery, you've made it through the hardest part. It's so much better to be full of food than full of empty wishes. 150: Your new girlfriend whines about how jealous she is of your curves, compares your body to that of an ancient goddess. You hesitantly accept the compliment, still not comfortable with imagining your body as anything other than the curse he made you think it was. Darling, your body is not the curse, your body is the blessing... I'm glad you've finally started treating it as such.

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC

nauniesnarishkeit

The Teenage Journey to Body Acceptance

150: "I've never had a fat girlfriend" your now ex-boyfriend explains when questioned about the reason why he said the two of you just won't work. He tells you that "he thinks you're cute, but would be much cuter if you lost a few pounds". His words echo in your brain until eventually insults are the only thing you can force yourself to swallow. 120: Everyone is congratulating you on your extraordinary weight loss, they all want to know your secrets. You don't tell them that every night you're on your knees worshipping the toilet bowl. That the only chocolate you've tasted in months is the chalky, sweetness of the laxatives that you take like a daily vitamin. That you don't allow yourself food until the emptiness inside you threatens to steal your consciousness. Instead, you smile and say "must be good genes". 90: You get into a fight with your mother after she tries to force you to eat dinner with your family. You ate yesterday, this will throw off all the goals you've been striving towards. You no longer know how to survive if you're not destroying yourself in the process. 90: You run into your ex boyfriend at the local Walmart with his new girlfriend. She's heavier than you are, but her eyes still shine like lighthouses, he hasn't gotten to her yet. You try to telepathically tell her to run, to leave while she's still whole, but you know the message gets lost on its way. So you settle for a smile, and a compliment to the figure she still has. 120: It's so hard to live in a society where perfection is unattainable but at the same time required... However, it's not impossible. You are already in recovery, you've made it through the hardest part. It's so much better to be full of food than full of empty wishes. 150: Your new girlfriend whines about how jealous she is of your curves, compares your body to that of an ancient goddess. You hesitantly accept the compliment, still not comfortable with imagining your body as anything other than the curse he made you think it was. Darling, your body is not the curse, your body is the blessing... I'm glad you've finally started treating it as such.

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