They tell us we need small frames.
Girls need to be petite and cute.
As a child, I’d hide my body in
Baggy clothes, slouching backs;
Nothing could shrink what nature gave.
And as a child, I felt ugly.
They tell us we need flat stomachs.
Girls need to be sexy and trim.
As a teen, I’d hold my belly and
Crunching, twisting, dieting, pilling;
Nothing could break down the way it rolled.
And as a teen, I felt ugly.
They tell us we need thigh gaps.
Girls must spread their legs always.
As a young adult, I’d wince at my
Lifting, pressing, running, weights; Nothing reared in the soft flesh to my bones.
As a young adult, I felt ugly.
They still tell us many things.
Girls have lists in order to be loved.
Now, I am a woman. I embrace my body.
Living, loving, laughing, crying;
I do for myself and find true solace in me,
As a women, I feel beautiful.