These Thighs

These thighs are far too big
  to draw in the gaze of men
     who lust for the flesh of “perfect” women,
          who in turn satisfy their thirst.

A uniform build, a skeleton preferred
   over a small hint of fat residing in the hips.
 
These thighs will never be small enough
   for the likes of Victoria’s Secret

The pressure continuously mounting to fit in,
    to meet the Prince Charming of my life’s fucked up fairy tale,
       in which only a size 10 and bellow will fit the magic glass slipper that he holds.

Sometimes it feels easier to accept that I am not enough,
   When rather it’s that the world is undeserving
      of the unique pieces of me that fit into one beautiful puzzle of humanity.

But then I remember...

These thighs are strong,
   and these thighs move me through each and every day,
        through thick and thin,
             sun and rain.

These thighs are mine... and these thighs are beautiful.