My body will never be good enough for you,
Be slim enough for you,
Be starved enough for you,
Be so deprived of food that my bones are almost showing and the life force that is flowing through my veins is slowly slowing.
Is that what you want?
In search of perfection and ideal, to sacrifice meals and be something that I’m not.
Something that I never have been.
Have I ever been slim?
Even when I’m not fat, my body likes a layer of protection that will never be shifted,
I’m curvy, not flat, I’m soft, I’m protected, I’m happy with that.
Why aren’t you?
Is it too much to ask that you appreciate me?
Appreciate the genetic hand I’ve been dealt and allow me to love me
Without your judgement.
Without your disapproving glances, your sizest stances, all I want is to learn to see myself as I truly am.
And if I saw my body through your eyes I’d be forever unhappy.