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To Be One Of Them
I can only imagine
To be one of them.
A pear, amidst tangerines
Butter in margarine.
Look in mirror, reimagine
But not the same, left with ugliness.
My body's lagging
More so than I imagine.
Not a glamorous existence
Baleful, on the margins.
All that's left is poetry ....
.... And pride redemption.
To be one of them.
A pear, amidst tangerines
Butter in margarine.
Look in mirror, reimagine
But not the same, left with ugliness.
My body's lagging
More so than I imagine.
Not a glamorous existence
Baleful, on the margins.
All that's left is poetry ....
.... And pride redemption.
Published 30th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Confessional 'Ars Poetica' style poem about the author's struggles with body image and body dysmorphic disorder and the intersection of how he perceives his own body, and what seems to be shown as healthy, beautiful and successful on social media.
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