Skinny legs,bigger breasts
Is all they want to see
Tiny waists and thinner arms
The oppisite 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 is 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
Let me tell you here and now
No good will come with that
It seems good at first
But soon becomes a trap
A disease that clouds your mind
And believes what is untrue
Believes you are never enough
No matter what you do
There is one beauty I know
It's the greatest prize of all
It's learning to execpt yourself
Imperfections,flaws,and all
The beauty that really matters
Lies in our hearts,our souls,and our cores
Because when you love what;'s inside
You love whats's outside even more

© Shelby Hodge

Dedicated to: All overweighted woman and men

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