Self-Image, a poem written by John Grey at Spillwords.com

Self-Image

Self-Image

written by: John Grey

 

Can’t be invisible.
People stare.
Too many oversized body parts.
Too much flesh.
The belly protrudes.
The chin enjoys the company
of other chins.
As for the thighs,
they scrape both sides
of narrow alleys.
And if your behind
was two melons
they’d receive prizes
at the fair.
You’ve tried every diet.
Even exercise until
it threatened your heart.
Sure, your friends say
they like you the way
you are.
But they could never
like themselves
if they were you.
You chose clothes
not to look presentable
but to disappear
inside them.
But, no matter how formless
the material around you,
your shape won’t
come to the aid of the pretense.
In the mall,
some stranger’s kid says,
“Gee, you’re fat.”
His mother pulls him away
but he’s not going anywhere.

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