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Curves

To be fat is to be shameful

To be fat means to feel awful

This is what I learned as a child.

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My family loved me, and I know they tried

Tried to protect me, but they do not know how much I cried

Because whenever I have an ounce of confidence

Society retaliates with a pound of uncertainty.

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My curves became my curse and I hated myself

I felt like an unwanted book tucked away on the shelf

I hated my curves.

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There are nights I’d pick myself up

Saying that I am enough and I am loved

But most nights…..most nights are awful

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I lie to myself sometimes

That if I love my curves enough

Society will accept them and I will no longer need to hide

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That Time Of The Month

She curled up like a ball

Didn’t care of the world at all.

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It hurt and made her cranky

Anxious and often angry.

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She also gets so moody

All because it’s the time of month to be bloody.

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Her cravings grow stronger

She can’t fight it any longer.

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Chocolate is her comfort

It eases the discomfort.

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She massages her aching abdomen to ease the pain

And wishes she could just stay in bed all day again.

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Dancing Clouds

I could have danced all night with the stars watching over me

But the clouds came by

I stopped and greeted them

They were a bit shy

Nonetheless they said “hi”

They too danced along

And I smiled

It was a wonderful number

The stars did agree

And that was how the clouds danced that night