Do You Hate Your Body Today? Read This Poem

Hate Your Body Today?

I see my name stranded on the page
I try to accept the words it engraves
The essays, I wrote, the accomplishments I made,

But all I see is a body
Staring back at me
In the cold hard glass,
I see something unknown to me
A lifeless crawling creature from the bowels of the Earth
Straight from a YA book I never read,
Straight from the pajamas and right out of bed

My body
My body
My body

Something that stares back at me
A vessel for all my insecurities
I pray to God, oh if you exist, please come down and help me
Shrink this nose on top of my head
This body that lies in my bed

These legs
These thighs
These arms
These cries
These wasted years
These accumulated fears

All these years spent agonizing
All these years spent locked up in my head, my bed, my mind, my cries, my thoughts
The way it feels
The be trapped in a body without appeals
Like a woman who needs training wheels
The head in my mind like a court of appeals
Constantly deciding the verdict on how I should feel
I try to walk away, but the jury is out
This is my body no doubt

They say its the media, which may be true,
They say its the girls walking down the catwalk,
Or the undesirable standard of beauty that marginalizes women and makes it there duty
To look a certain way, and fit into the standard of beauty
They say its overbearing mothers and silent fathers,
They say its commonplace and will be outgrown,
But those comments in a way seem overgeneralized, without a fresh set of eyes

My body
My body
My body

Something that stares back at me
A vessel for all my insecurities
I pray to God, oh if you exist, please come down and help me
Shrink this nose on top of my head
This body that lies in my bed

These legs
These thighs
These arms
These cries

These wasted years
These accumulated fears