Perfection.
Skinny legs, bigger breasts
Is all they want to see
Tiny waists and thinner arms
The opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect
Is slowly closing in
An utter suffocation
That doesn't seem to end.
Society is telling me
Beautiful is thin
And if I choose to starve myself
Perfection's what i win.
Shoving something down my throat
Will get me what i want
Bring me closer to that goal
Of a body i can flaunt.
Society is telling us
Beauty is a prize
Measured in the size of your breasts
In weight and clothing size.
But let me tell you here and now
No good will come from that
It seems okay at first
But soon becomes a trap.
A disease that clouds the mind
And believes what is untrue
Believes you're never good enough
No matter what you do.
There is one beauty that I know
It's the greatest prize of all
It's learning to accept yourself
Imperfections, flaws and all.
The beauty that really matters
Lies in our heart, our soul, our core
Because when you love what's inside
You love what's outside even more.
Brittany Steward
This poem really fills my heart with warmth and reassurance. At least I'm not alone in facing this kinda thing. Anyway, in recent nights, cant even sleep well. Thoeretically, from the hours i spent in bed, it should be enough but!!! the hours i sleep is really depleting. I can spend like hours in bed with my mind working on something that i dun know. I can only remember opening my eyes during certain times in the night and suddenly, its morning, work. Can some doctor just pass by here and diagnose whats wrong with me?
Sometimes, letting go benefits.
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