Category: #love

  • Artwork of Flaws

    Jealously, she admires her peers
    “They all look so beautiful” she says
    But loudly clanging in her ears
    Are the chains of self doubt filling her with dread

    In the mirror, she sees a distorted reflection
    “Why can’t I be like them?!” she cries
    A shattered mosaic of imperfection
    With a heart full of dark remarks, she sighs

    Vendors of ‘slim tea ‘ are her new base
    Women beauty magazines, her holy books
    Like a ritual, she rubs on all bottles of cream
    Trapped and caught up in this craze, “I have to look like them”
    She’s learned to hate her self and looks

    A beauty eclipsed under dysmorphia
    A crushed rose wilting under her own fear
    Tossing and turning with insomnia
    “Will anyone think I’m pretty, do they care?”

    Her body to her, a puzzle of shapes
    “Why is my nose big and my eyes small?”
    Over and over like broken record tapes
    “I’m not beautiful in any way at all”

    For years has she heard this
    Her belief it became
    The self hate in her eyes are hard to miss
    Internalized scars, she’s not the same

    Why are there so many of her?
    Crushed in the search for an artificial body
    She’s all around us, in the church, in the bar
    Hating herself and her own body

    Find her now please! Where is she? Look for her!
    She’s right there! In front of you, in front of me
    Inside of me. She stares back at me in the mirror
    Tell her she’s pretty, she’s beautiful

    More than the scars and stretch marks
    More than the dark circles and eye bags
    More than online comments and dark remarks
    More than any idea, belief or tag

    The uneven tones of her skin
    Are like the kaleidoscope
    The stretch marks on her body
    Are as patterns of an elegant embroidery

    Her smile is like the rising of the sun
    Her eyes reflect the glint of beauty and love
    Delicately sculpted hands
    Legs graced as that of an antelope

    And when she wears that natural look
    Oh! Angels in heaven get jealous
    Can you see her blushing?
    She’s as pretty as a rose

    Take her to the mirror
    Tell her she’s pretty
    An artwork of flaws
    Tell her to smile for the camera:⁠-⁠)

    © warrior queen, 2024

    Source: Pinterest

    #loveyourbody #dysmorphiasucks

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