Category: self / self esteem







They feared all this. She thought she was too dark to handle



They thought I need fixing

So they did a lot of mixing

Add some spice to my “lonely” life

Then maybe I’ll be somebody’s wife

I let them do what they think is helping me

While deep inside I plot my own story

Because I prefer to be just free


Stomach full but still feeling empty

I feel shallow



They’ve emptied me

I have no self confidence left

I am empty


Cover my face

My body

My pride

I have nothing to show

And everything to hide.

My insecurities eat me up

I see all my negativities, magnified.

I try to be more body positive

But the hurt and teasing from the past

Have scarred me to the core

And so I hide

Shameful of how I look

She has no confidence

They’ve all been drained

She sees nothing but her flaws and everything wrong with her

Nothing is right

For her anyway

The confidence she gains gets lost amid imperfections.

Everything is wrong with her

Nothing is ever right

I walk around and see a mirror

I look away because I don’t like what I see

I never liked what it shows me

The girl with all the flaws

But the mirror never lies

Why can’t it?

I wish for once it would



Cute, stylish, colorful


They make me bashful

For they’re made for women of slimmer figure

And they always me make insecure.


I’ve never worn one without shirt and shorts


They make me wish I did sports

To get that confidence in looking great

But instead, my body I tend to hate.


A piece of clothing

Cause of my loathing

See Myself Thin

It’s not funny

I’m self conscious…all the time

I look at the mirror

Try to cheer myself up

Gain the confidence

But it gets depleted with each people who look at me funny.

The skinny can easily find clothes that fit

The heavy….well, we often struggle

My self esteem has left years ago

So I curl up on my bed

And hide in my room

Smaller Frame

And so I came to realize that people with smaller size, smaller frame

Gets the praise, popularity and fame

They always seem to win the game

Of one size fits all.

I never try an outfit where they can see, for fear of being shamed

And perhaps, fear of being maimed

They may not laugh at me but I’ll feel awful just the same

Such an awful feeling.

My confidence, I can never tame

I am just another fat suffering dame

I feel so lame

For wanting to be one of those with smaller frames

Ideal Woman

I’m not the ideal woman

I think I never will

I don’t think or act like any man’s ideal.

But I’m fine,

Because I am my own ideal woman

Kas Writes

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