i sit here and regret
a poem for my fellow trannys and also just whoever doesn't feel right in their own body :(
Pretty self-explanatory poem. Don't compare yourself to others or let anyone define your worth.
๐๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ณ๐๐น'๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป / ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๏ฟฝ...
!!TW: ED!! In today's society, it's always hard to be perfect, but.. you already are
(A #selfaware poem) I hate my nose, so I wrote a poem about it in a Shakespearean imitation style to try and find the beauty in my beak.
tw: body dysmorphia and i mean- maybe a touch of an e.d. if you squint- i hope it takes squinting to see it-
i'm fineeeeeeeee
A short and sweet poem about how women shouldn't compare themselves to other women. A lot of women look to other women for things about them that they wish they had, but in reality, they're likely loo...
Sheโs made of dips and valleys and crevices her stomach bloated and soft like an overripe pear her thighs sag weighed down with her guilt and loathing so fat so fat so fat if only she could slice hers...
A poem about body dysmorphia, please do not read if it could trigger you
it is also sad how i like my body way more when i know Iโm half starved and how i know no matter how skinny i am Iโm always gonna kinda hate my legs, and THEN i think about how objectively LUCKY i am ...
a poem for my fellow trannys and also just whoever doesn't feel right in their own body :(
Pretty self-explanatory poem. Don't compare yourself to others or let anyone define your worth.
๐๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ณ๐๐น'๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป / ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๏ฟฝ...
!!TW: ED!! In today's society, it's always hard to be perfect, but.. you already are
(A #selfaware poem) I hate my nose, so I wrote a poem about it in a Shakespearean imitation style to try and find the beauty in my beak.
tw: body dysmorphia and i mean- maybe a touch of an e.d. if you squint- i hope it takes squinting to see it-
i'm fineeeeeeeee
A short and sweet poem about how women shouldn't compare themselves to other women. A lot of women look to other women for things about them that they wish they had, but in reality, they're likely loo...
Sheโs made of dips and valleys and crevices her stomach bloated and soft like an overripe pear her thighs sag weighed down with her guilt and loathing so fat so fat so fat if only she could slice hers...
A poem about body dysmorphia, please do not read if it could trigger you
it is also sad how i like my body way more when i know Iโm half starved and how i know no matter how skinny i am Iโm always gonna kinda hate my legs, and THEN i think about how objectively LUCKY i am ...