By Ibthisam I
Admiring beautiful faces as I’m scrolling
Imagining beautiful faces as I’m toiling
Beauty is everywhere my eyes can reach
“Beauty doesn’t matter,” is what they preach
“Beauty doesn’t matter,” I tell myself.
I glance at myself in the mirror
“Oh my!” I’m such a horror
I shift my eyes and look away
Unable to look at me anyway
“Beauty doesn’t matter,” I tell myself.
A body figure, not so nice
Hairy legs and blubbery thighs
Strawberry skin and dark spots
I try to silence my shady thoughts
“Beauty doesn’t matter,” I tell myself.
Tummy rolls invaded by a stretch mark
I look up to blackheads and lips dark
Blunt nose and a double chin
Through my tears, I attempt an ugly grin
“Beauty doesn’t matter,” I tell myself.
Quick glances and quicker remarks, I recall
“All plumpy plumpy you’ve become” they laughed
“Your weight is showing in that dress” she distressed
“You’re round like a watermelon, roll to me” he mocked
“Careful with that ice cream, that belly will bloom” he chortled
“Beauty is pain,” I starve myself.
By Ibthisam I
Comments