I don’t like my legs,
Its cause your thunderous thighs,
I know… and she has no thigh gap,
Let’s also not mention, too short!
And my feet stick out,
At an awkward angle, she interjected.
Yes, I completely agree
Maybe focus higher up?
What, to my waist?
Maybe your breasts, you’re fluffy.
But her breasts are too small.
Not to mention they are nursing flabby.
And my arms are manly.
Maybe hide them with a lacy jacket?
Well, if you wake up and work out.
All too true a statement.
Tears swam in my eyes.
Don’t cry, you’re stronger than that.
And your mascara will run.
Plus, someone might notice.
Is there nothing likeable about me…
But the reflections in the dressing room sat silent.
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Maili Paul
I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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Deep topic. Nicely written.
Oh no! You fooled me, I swore it was a bunch of friends yaking away. I loved the twist but I hope no one self- criticizes that much! 💋💕👏