chains.

I am a victim.
of my own self conscience...

never seeing myself,
as worthy...

these chains of my mind,
bind me in self doubt...

corrupting every
positive light
that I try to see myself in...

from my unruly hair...
to the clothes that I wear...
make me weep in despair...

Fore, I don’t see myself as perfect.
nor close to it...

It is branded in my mind
that I don’t wear a size two...

A worn body,
with wide hips
is now riddled with stretch marks
from bearing 3 children whom, (make no mistake) are my life...
But did I...
Did I have to be the sacrifice?
My once petite frame
is gone, no more...
I’m so ashamed...

So tell me,
what must one do?

To break these chains
when there’s no one to blame...
but me???

Only me...

For letting the world
depict what beauty is...
and what it must be...

- Poetic Gawdess