Body Image Poems - Poems about Body Image

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So...

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The unseen ache, the hollow feeling of being unseen. To loathe each fragment of yourself, a puzzle with no hands to mend it. Like shattered glass filled to the brim, spilling, cracking, never whole. Distraction is a bandage too thin, but the wound waits, watching. Sometimes, I wonder if I was better off staying, where thinness was a cruel kind of prize. Mental health aside,...

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growing pains... and so she grew, because that’s what we all do. she reminded herself that her body is her vessel. it does more than just exist for a compliment, for a boy, for a mirror or for a photo. she told herself that her size, and the tightness of her clothes were not indicators of failure. the fullness of her belly, would never determine her worth she found comfort...

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I strip in the solitude of my room. the mirror reflects secrets that I keep. All the silent screams of my faint life’s doom, visible unhealed scars that hurt so deep. Still I dream of you, naked in silence, Nosy fingers deepening on my skin. Scared of your rage when love stays in suspense, Before your decree I hide with...

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sweet decadent belly how ever will you forgive me i didn’t know couldn’t know how to love you i didn’t see that you were more than a belly you were an entire person an easy breezy lover girl committed to the pursuit of all things joyful i used to joke that you were bottomless an “animal” of your own what a gift that...

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My curls are the frame of my temple, my curves an embellishment. My skin smooth as silk. My lips fill with contaminate cherries. Your impenetrable eyes flow everywhere like torrents of sweet waters, rummaging in my past, crumbling hidden memories of unrequited loves. My shoulders are scaffolding that support my rose garden, infested with thorns and apparently fragile and...

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Walk in casually, In a house of mirrors especially. You might differ in shape and size, But don’t worry life is just alike. On the opposite wall, You might see. That’s a reflection of you. But not true exactly...

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I know each one, every line My eyes trace them every day From dawn’s light to dusk’s dark One fascinates me, long, curved It’s history hidden, for me to imagine, build a story Bisected by others, short, shallow or deeper Like stems of soft grass maybe It lays there, reflects light, casts gentle shadow But is one of many, unnumbered, multitudes Sometimes still often...

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Mrs Potato Head Mrs Potato Head's image surprised That can't be me it's someone else I see I still feel young in my heart and pint-sized The mirror tells lies, it’s true believe me. That can't be me it's someone else I see She'd an idea that'd get weight shifted The mirror tells lies, it’s true believe me Then cut...

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Social media can be a great thing It helps us connect with our friends and distant family It educates us on issues around the world That we aren’t able to see first-hand It can teach us useful things, and keeps us entertained… At the same time social media can be awful It disconnects us from our surroundings It distorts the way that...

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BLACK BEAUTY Beauty is said to be in the eyes of the beholder, But why do I need to wait to be “beholden”? For those of us who are bolder, and know better, Whose skin tones and body types do not fit society’s vision and portrayal on mainstream media, of the beauty “beheld”, We cannot wait to become the perfect complexion, The...

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In my teens nothing bothered me, Size 10 I could eat what I wanted, My weight wasn’t something I worried about, In my twenties and in my prime, Size ten to twelve I watched what I ate, Aerobics and weightlifting became my thing, To keep my flat tum and tight bum, In my thirties and two kids later now a twelve to...

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i remember being by the pool i was no more than ten my grandmother was enjoying herself chatting and laughing suddenly i caught myself thinking it will be nice to get to that age and not care what my body looks like what ! even at that age i knew there was something wrong they had gotten to me i was already brainwashed AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on March 4, 2021...

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The true fact is No one Is perfect But somehow There is a perfect image For people To recreate It's not fair It unrealistic And it's unachievable So Even though We Try To recreate The “Perfect” Image We still Know we can’t Which Leads us to Doubt This Image Leads us to A pretty And An ugly It leads us to A right And A wrong It leads us to A fat And A skinny The thing is Everyone is looking For...

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bowed before you once again i’m worshipping you when i said i wouldn’t bent in half i’m surrendering both my dinner and my fears knelt down before you my legs tremble my hands and chin drip hunched over you i am obedient under your tyrannical rules there will be no revolution today...

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