Questioning all my social interactions,
then drinking too much, 
have i been a bit embarrassing? 

Staring at lines blooming on my face, 
and hating on them out 
as if they throw me shade, 
even though it's just my age, 
I've always felt this way, 
since I was very little 
deep rooted was my shame. 

Though I think I weren't to blame, 
it's so easy in this day, 
to feel so unexceptional 
when stunning is standard game.

Love Island and lies 
have made me normalise 
that it's apparently important 
for a gap between my thighs, 
that there is a "standard" size 
and if I don't comply, 
it seems I'm overconfident, 
its unattractive to some guys.

Do i care? I'd love to say I don't 
but I do, a body's a vessel for your soul 
that people will see through, 
still i stand half drunk, 
awkwardly hoping he heard my name, 
feeling the last of dignity 
then merging into shame.
Written by Oohloulala (Loulou)
Published | Edited 7th Nov 2019
Author's Note
The topic given for a poetry read was "shame" and this is what i came up with. Haven't read it yet so feedback very much welcome
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