Why is it easy to love somebody, but not YOUR body? Many have struggled with body image issues and feeling less than, including myself. I had to learn to love myself, inside and out, the good and bad. Most of what you don't like is possible to change. Here is a slam poem I have written about the controversy around how women and girls perceive themselves.
Beauty: Not Defined
I will not be defined by the thickness of my thighs, the length of my hair or the measurements of my bust, waist and hips.
On the day I was born, I did not emerge from a cardboard box. I did not come packaged with skimpy outfits, an extra pair of heels or a beach front dream house.
I am flesh. Made up of blood and bones, not composed of polyvinyl compounds. I can move my arms and run with my legs. I can stretch my neck upwards towards the sky, open my arms wide and dance in the rain. I will never have to stay stagnant, sitting on a shelf and if someone out-grows me, I can't just be tossed in the trash.
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