Why am I like this?
Why do I look like this?
Why do I have this body shape?
Why am I not pretty like the girls on social media?
Why do people see me as a punching bag and not someone that’s valued?
Do I need a plastic filled face and butt to get any recognition?
Am I what society tells you not to look like?
How can I live an extraordinary life when I’m unsure if I should love myself?
why is this not spoken upon?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world