When a woman tells her story then only she has the right to say if she is beautiful or beyond materialistic beauty. Body shaming is cruel and insensitive. Not everyone wants to look like a model or an actress. It is time to look beyond bodies and bodily identities.
I announced a new body type
and the protocol is still on hold
as I have cellulite
and I want to walk with my fatty thighs.
Beware! I am rumbling with confidence
to fight these neurotic stereotypes.
Yes, I am fat and beautiful
and I don't mind dating a guy
who is intellectually virtuous to admire
what I do and what I am known for.
My profound beauty lies in my talent
and being imperfect makes me a crazy sagittarius.
I don't want people to peep in between my thighs
and exclaim, " oh, pretty face with belly fat".
But I will honour people who understand
that my body is flexible, even then...
My body is shaped by my choices
and I am not loosing my belly fat
because that is the best way to sensually touch me.
Do you mind yet?
If you mind, then notice my irresistible charm
which is beyond any body prototype.
Oh worldly trash! people with ideologies of body shaming
are absolutely creepy and
they cannot change my power to lead the world
with my fatty thighs and a broad mind.
Do you mind yet?
If yes, then get a mind for yourself first.
After the death of the mother of an innocent kid, a small innocent kid is searching for his mother. and asking to the sun, mount, sky, cuckoo, moon, flower, tree, and god.
Death of a loved one breaks our heart and shatters our soul, leaving us feel that life is meaningless . Yet , we have to learn to be strong and move on because life doesn't stop for anyone, not even you, not even me and not even our beloved.
My first poetry reflecting on the sorry state of affairs surrounding us and the society. We have lost morality and hence there is an urgent need to reform ourselves..
Sometimes, we have to blame it in the society for having such stereotype. We have to remove this by teaching our children that physical beauty is temporary but inner beauty lasts forever. Thank you for this beautiful poem.reply 1
The title says it all. Why don't we have the choice that is our's very own? Does the society really have any role to play in it? Or do you think it's all us whom it depends on?reply 1
I call it the pretty people syndrome, that get special benefits and treatment just because of their looks. They treat anyone they feel is not as beautiful as they think they are like crap. They go through life mindless of higher thoughts than hair and nails. Many of them are uneducated and dumb. Be yourself and be proud of who you are, everyone is beautiful. This poem touched on a real problem in the world and brought it to light. Well done.reply 1