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Her bruised bones
What is it like, to be in love with yourself.
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a pretty girl's body.
Instead I am stuck inside a prison cell that I must call home,
She is withered down to the bone, standing on her last leg.
She is cold on the inside, but warm on the out.
That's how it's always been, even when she feels so dead that she forgets she's alive.
What is it like, to go out to eat, and not count the calories in your dinner roll.
I can no longer shut off the built in calculator engraved in my mind,
You mustn't eat that cereal, It's about 175, instead eat some ice.
I, am standing on my last leg; the windows are closing,
And I'm drawing the curtains.
For one day, what is it like to love yourself,
To feel utterly, and blissfuly okay.
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a pretty girl's body.
Instead I am stuck inside a prison cell that I must call home,
She is withered down to the bone, standing on her last leg.
She is cold on the inside, but warm on the out.
That's how it's always been, even when she feels so dead that she forgets she's alive.
What is it like, to go out to eat, and not count the calories in your dinner roll.
I can no longer shut off the built in calculator engraved in my mind,
You mustn't eat that cereal, It's about 175, instead eat some ice.
I, am standing on my last leg; the windows are closing,
And I'm drawing the curtains.
For one day, what is it like to love yourself,
To feel utterly, and blissfuly okay.
Published 31st Oct 2019
| Edited 12th Nov 2019
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31st Oct 2019 8:39am
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7th Nov 2019 1:48am
first, if that is you in the avatar, YOU are gorgeous
and second
you have unbelievable strength and courage to write this
...most of us look in the mirror and judge ourselves
and judge ourselves much harsher than others do
I think you did an incredible job of spelling this out and that you should keep writing it out
and it would be really cool to read a poem about all the amazing things that make you who
you are... and I bet there are tons of those
and second
you have unbelievable strength and courage to write this
...most of us look in the mirror and judge ourselves
and judge ourselves much harsher than others do
I think you did an incredible job of spelling this out and that you should keep writing it out
and it would be really cool to read a poem about all the amazing things that make you who
you are... and I bet there are tons of those
8th Nov 2019 3:36pm
I love this poem.
It's powerful. I love your honesty.
I love the phrase "bruised bones" and many phrases that follow.
We write, sometimes beautifully, about our pain. But my wish is that you find some peace.
It's powerful. I love your honesty.
I love the phrase "bruised bones" and many phrases that follow.
We write, sometimes beautifully, about our pain. But my wish is that you find some peace.
17th Dec 2019 1:51am
I love this poem so much because it is raw and filled with so much honesty. So many people struggle with this every day and we simply do not know it. Thank you for sharing something so deeply personal and filled with so much emotion. It takes so much strength and courage to write something like this. Much love to you!!
22nd Dec 2019 8:33pm
