BODY SHAMING

 

Walking down the halls,

with my eyes filled with tears.

I shoulder past,

the catcalls and abuse.

Self abusive thoughts,

tirading my mind.

Till when will this go on?

a question which keeps,

popping in my mind.

I sneak a glance,

at the so called perfect world.

Deep within them,

hidden away in stacks,

a flawed version which everyone seems to have.

Insecurity and wrath,

building in on me,

I feel vulnerability creeping into me.

My body craving,

for a peaceful forever sleep.

Suddenly,a thought dawning in on me.

A flawed version,

they seem to have worse than me.

With inspiration unfurling me,

I raise my head,

with a new self esteem.

Flawed, which no one claims to be,

yet a share does each one possess.

Sheer perfection, is a mystery,

for no one can claim to be.

I am a flawed person,

with perfection carved in me.