My Shape
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Standing in
front of the
smudged body
length mirror,
Displeased at the figure I see,
My lips tremble as I glance at the
scale in fear, Out of my own skin I wish to flee,
Magazines and commercials filled with
beauty standards, Slim and shapely
much like a doll, I pity the ones
always changing themselves
to please others above all,
beauty products strip
us of our real identity.
Embrace the shape
you are given
even if it is not
an hour glass,
Step away from
your makeup
stained vanity,
Break free from the ridicule and
judgment with class, Shamefully tight
outfits and having to dress to impress,
Run away from the circus where you
must dress up like a clown putting on
an act, Your heart and confidence will
lead to success,
Look again into
the mirror to
welcome your
shape with
open
arms
then
hit
the
town.
July 6, 2018
Get Into Shape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
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Copyright © Haley Fisher | Year Posted 2018
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