SHOW UP Thoughts :: A Poem


my worth is not defined by my waistline

not my smile, or my cheeks

i dont exist for your pleasure

i am not yours to keep

i am whole, i am entire

(with or without your approval)

so the next time you say, "smile, pretty" 

consider the weight of the tears these cheeks have held

and the next time you notice my physical body before you notice me

consider the weight of the grief i have held on my shoulders for all womxnkind