My Body
This body
since birth
I've been told
To hate it.
"Your body,"
he told me,
"Is beautiful."
Does he lie?
This body
is the reason
To lie,
To cheat.
"Your body,"
she softly says,
"Is yours to
Decide."
My body,
I've learned,
is no longer
something to
Fear.
Through therapy
I've learned
the lies
I've been
told are simply
That.
One person's
insecurities
Should not
become my
own.
17 years
of fearing:
forever disgust,
forever no love,
forever despair,
forever a joke,
forever not me.
I have learned,
and still am,
to not fear
my body.
It's only
a body.
It is
My Body.
This poem is about:
Me