#fit
This nauseating sickness
And my growling stomach
Reminds me of the dear promise I made to myself last night
“Don’t eat tomorrow”
Reminds me that
I don’t fit the mould.
Turning to the side,
Letting my mirror scream at me,
Picking my food to tiny bits
Like how I pick myself
At any insecurity I see
Reminds me that
I don’t fit the mould.
It’s not just my body,
But my personality too.
My weaknesses. My vulnerability.
That I work so hard to conceal
But end up revealing anyways,
Breaking the hearts of others as well
Reminds me that
I dont fit the mould.
My body,
My personality,
My scars
Tell me
I dont fit the mould.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC
I didn’t bc of the weight—
not really.
It was how we grew
in different directions,
how your silence met mine
and neither of us spoke.
People will say it was your body bc its
something easy to blame.
But truth is,
we just stopped fitting together
long before we walked away.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:29 PM UTC
If you don't wanna understand it, don't.
You're not held to comprehension.
If you don't want to agree, don't.
You're not held to a thing in discussion.
If you don't want to think, don't.
You're still liable for your actions.
If you don't want to speak, don't.
You're still liable for its consequences.
Personally? Don't have a fit,
I don't give a ****
Smell the flowers!
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
i've tried
many times, i have
but i cannot single handedly put together a puzzle
with all the wrong pieces
perhaps in time
some people just cannot fit together
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:39 AM UTC
There’s a difference between calling a girl fit and hot and calling her pretty and beautiful
When you call me beautiful I imagine you noticing the way my hair falls from the clip over time
I imagine you noticing the way my giggle sounds and the way my smile lights you up
When you call me pretty I imagine you noticing the complexities of my eyes, the way my freckles come out in the sun and and depth of my dimples
Pretty is noticing the way my legs are sculpted when I walk ahead of you and the way my nose flares when I genuinely laugh
Fit is the body two ***** and a waist
A pair of lips you can only imagine what they do
Hot is the low cut top exposing my cleavage and my ability to open my legs for you
Fit is a one night stand word or the words of a man in a club hoping that that night you are feeling especially vulnerable and insecure
Beautiful is the text she gets when she lies in bed at 11pm asking if she wants to go on a walk
And although she professes to him excuses when she walks out the door of a lack of make up and three jumpers to keep out the cold and her insecurities encapsulated by her self destructive smile and her hair pushed behind her ear
You lift her face and examine that untouched smile
The rawness of her appearance and the purity of her eyes
That is beautiful
And you call it so
When fit is the way a body looks and how much makeup can look like none
Pretty is the way she smiles when she sees you and the way she feels looked upon.
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
Self love is not love but anti-love
Parts are but to be mutually fitted
And imperfections only seeming
Ceasing to be in the perfected whole
But is not if any part seeks its own
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 4:12 AM UTC
Be fit to be useful
Be fit to be free
Be strong as you’re able
And you will then see
That fitness is serving
Each day that you live
On good days and hard days
Find something to give
Stay fit - and stay focused
With purpose to serve
No need to be perfect
Just simply observe
Stay fit to be useful
And let others know
That you’ll do what you can
To help blessings flow
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
As I am
As you are
As we were before trying to fit into a shapeless world
We found a place in each other's heart...
As we are
So flawless
So effortless
We fit into the shape of love.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
There is only one box.
One space to fit in.
If you do not fit, you do not belong.
So I must fit. I must belong.
Where else would I go?
But it feels tight and ill-fitting.
Inhospitable.
No.
Why should I sacrafice my edges to fit into a space
I do not want to be in?
So I went.
To embrace my edges in a place where there is space.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
I’m still a child
playing a game
of musical chairs.
I’m just trying to
find a seat with
everyone else.
I’m still going
around and around
and around again,
searching for my
chance to fit in.
but every time
that I think
I’ve finally
found it,
as soon as
I go to sit down,
life pulls the chair
out from under me.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
i have forced myself
to fit into different skins
so many times ;
like how water takes the
shape of its containers.
how many persons
do i have to become
before i could truly
become myself?
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you can handle it
Because maybe her dreams aren't quite as big
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you won't hold against
Me how easy it is to fall for friends
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe this is for the best
And she'll teach you things that I couldn't
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe I needed this
To see her in my place so I could love again
Maybe she's a better fit
Maybe you and I weren't it
But I'll always believe that we were worth the risk
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
I didn’t think that you were something
I could grow out of
But our love
Doesn’t fit us
Anymore
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
I've been too far out all my life I think
And not smiling but... but agonizing.
They rang to see was I alright, was I
OK
I smiled down the phone, told them I
was fine
That I was reading a bit, watching TV
Out sunning myself in the back
garden
What I didn't tell them I suppose, was
the real truth
That my Demons they were keeping
me entertained
They were sitting on the fence right
now watching me
Like great big Birds of Prey.
"Are you keeping yourself fit", they asked, " getting enough exercise ",
" Yes!", I smiled again, "I do daily runs
around the garden"
Of course, this too was a fib, a lie
The truth was it was really my
demons again
Who were chasing me around the
garden
No! Me! I wasn't smiling, I was just...
just agonizing.
"Are you eating enough ?" they asked
"Yes, I am", I replied again smiling, " I
had lots of food in the house
What I neglected to tell them was of
course, the truth
That really it was my demons who
were eating me
And Boy! were they having a feast.
"O!", I thought to myself, " when this
whole thing is all over (the virus
crisis)
I gotta get myself a woman
Some lovely sweet pretty lookin'
thing
She'll save me from my demons
They'll find her more appetizing
Can eat her first instead of eating me".
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
I could fit all my world
Inside my hands
Yet have
Nothing over
My control.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
You didn’t know me,
You didn’t know the scars buried under my skin,
You didn’t know the darkness trapped within.
You didn’t know the pain I hid all too well.
You didn’t know me.
And knowing that you didn’t know,
You still plunged deep into my soul,
Searching for a light I’d lost
/On the way to my own sweet hellhole.
And slowly
Painfully slow,
You led me out of this cage
Helped me fight my demons,
Never letting go.
I love it when you smile and your lips tremble.
I love it when you fumble when you’re nervous.
I love it when you play with my hair.
I love it when you say my name like a prayer.
We’re gonna write our story
A tale as old as time
We’re gonna make new memories
One line at a time
And when we grow old and weary
We’ll look into each other’s eyes
As we watch our legacy
Pass on with a smile.
I love how my head fits perfectly on your chest.
I love how you kiss my forehead.
I love how your heart beats as fast as mine.
I love how you whisper in my ear, “you’re mine”.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
Misplaced deliberations,
oh where did I leave you?
Like mislaid socks,
I wear
mismatched thoughts
nicely fitting but not right.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
How beautiful it would be
To hold your hand and realize
Mine were made to fit yours
I'd look at you and smile
Just to let you know
That I know
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
our broken pieces
are not a match
instead of making me
whole
you scratch
and cut
me
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
The puzzle piece was right but the picture’s wrong,
gifted with a short window but I needed long.
You know there’s no outcome I can see obtaining a win,
and your outsides are mingled with those that are in.
You can’t tell me that I’m clearly right,
I thought I was the only one putting up a fight.
You know we can’t go around in this circle anymore,
and my insides are bruised, swollen and sore.
But I’m not fit to rule, no,
I’m broken in half instead of small pieces.
I beg for each molecule to grow,
but I’m out of contracts and short on leases.
It’s plain to see the impact on me
that naturally you shape the best version I can be,
but I’m not fit to rule, no.
I’ve got strength in supply except where I need it most,
under the impression that I’m hanging on to a ghost.
For once I concur that the best things in life are free,
but my outsides keep my in from escaping.
But I’m not fit to rule, so,
I accept the disappointment with the empty hands.
Another deal that’s a cruel blow,
the hour glass; broken, but there’s no stopping the sands.
It’s plain the see the impact on me,
but I’ll continually suffer in solitary.
But I’m not fit to rule, no.
Keep on running, keep on gunning,
close your eyes and plug your ears.
Keep on running, I’m sure they’re coming,
share the skies but not your fears.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
We were two halves
trying to fit
our pieces
together.
We took away
fragments of
ourselves
apart,
little by little.
Not knowing
we were already
slicing chunks
off of each other
becoming someone
we no longer
recognize.
It was then
we realized,
no matter
how much
effort we put,
how much
we stripped off,
we couldn't force
the pieces to fit.
You and I,
we weren't right
but
at least
we tried.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC