My eyes are too buggy.
My forehead too big.
My hair is unruly.
It looks like a wig.
My breasts are not perky.
My stomach protrudes.
Thighs shaped like tree trunks.
Accompanied by dimpled glutes.
My skin heavily scared,
And stretched so tight.
Over the bulky frame of my girth,
Nothing shaped quite right.
My feet are to small,
As if unable to stand at all.
Slightly on tippy toe,
I've learned to lean just so.
A lingering stare into a mirror,
Loathing every bit and part of me.
A living portrait of my own worst enemy.
What ever will become of me.
One day most assuredly,
I will develop a healthier perception of me.
I will develop a healthier perception of me.
And I will stare into that mirror...you see,
With a brand new ability to love the entire me.
The feel of your poem Is very familiar..I have had a thought of late- I wonder how I would feel, if everybody looked exactly the same? Seriously! Think about it, (I have) Would you feel out of place and upset with 'the appearance?' if it was a non issue to others? I love thinking these odd thoughts..I wonder what the tormenters of our past would have picked on if our physical body was a non issue...Alyce.
ReplyDeleteI guess it would be familiar in a way being that we both have experienced torment in similar ways. I would quite like to live in a place where we all look the same. The only thing...how would we remain that way if we did not think the same. Would thought drive us to seek individuality? As for your tormentors, they'd find a way to pick on something...anything. If not your physical body then most assuredly your mind.
ReplyDeleteYes, your right. Tormentors torment..it's just what they do. I never understood the need to lash out on others to make myself feel better-in my world people picked on me real hard be it at home or out in the world..it mostly caused me to try to be better..it didn't occur to me for the majority of my life to blame the tormentor..to try to get away yes, to fear yes..but not really ever to blame. Maybe because I realized from a very young age that they were abused and put out what they were given in life. It is a repetitive lesson, but the most important one..the Golden rule-so simple yet so difficult. Alyce.
ReplyDeleteYes, I was young when I realized that something terrible must have happened to my parents as well. I realized that I did not deserve the treatment that they were giving me. Funny how we both realized these things early in life.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for the ability to have see things at that early age..it allowed me to feel a degree of happiness that my siblings still cant find- same family different messages due to character differences I guess. Life has been very frustrating, but I see reality quite clearly and for that clarity I am grateful indeed....Happy Thanks Giving!!...Alyce.
ReplyDeleteIn all honesty, your ability to see things so early may because you are unique to the rest of your family. My therapist tells me that it is not common for children to make that realization so early. It sounds like you are gifted.
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