I truly agree with the host, OUR WORLD IS FLAWED.
Here's a poem I wrote that shows how someone is judged on their body type and beauty, not on their talent or personality. It is a piece of my own heart. I hope you understand.
Every-day, a little more of me’s gone along
With a sliver of my soul, distraught.
Every morning I step on the scale to judge
Whether I deserve to eat that day.
Every-day, I put up with people who hate me for being me,
Who resent the money spent on my living.
Every-day, I look at the milk beside my coffee-maker and then unsee it,
Holding 300ml of black, bitter liquid that burns the inside of my throat.
Every-day, I meet 40 year old ladies bitching about
Their flabby arms and cottage cheese thighs in the gym.
That’s where people look at me as if
I’m some kid loaded with baby fat up her ass.
Every-day, I am leered at as if I’m wearing bed-sheets and they,
Glorious visages covered in designer labels.
Who knows what I go through and what life is like for me?
I am that girl who doesn’t like mirrors because it makes her feel vulnerable.
I am that girl who gains a pound by just walking past the bakery.
I am that girl who gets chosen last in gym class, resented by the team.
I am that girl who is a smart-ass and that’s exactly why people talk to her.
I am that girl with many a horror stories stuck in her toxic noesis:
“You’ll get diabetes ; “You’ll die of an heart attack ; “You’ll never be liked by any guy ;
“That beds not gonna hold you for long!”
It is what they say, what my mind repeats.
But, I am that girl who limits herself to the salad and soup in any restaurant.
I am that girl who lost 80 pounds and still cries at night, wanting real friends and a life.
I am that girl who wakes up every day from her sleep induced nights
Praying to no one in particular for a day better that before
Fighting the urge to run up and off a bridge
Bribing myself of the opportunities that’ll never make an appearance.
I think I am the one whom God went last on.
I just can’t drown these demons – They know how to swim.
Maybe it’s better for me to give up the fight.
Maybe it’s better for me to slip away.
Thank you for reading this. Comment what you think about it.
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