Judging World

People called him fat 

Made fun of his body 

Shamed him for his skin 

He starved himself to an extent 

That in the end he was weak and gaunt. 

Then people called him thin 

Skinny and like a stick 

Told him he looked ugly 

His face looked yellow and sick. 

What a judging world. 

In the end, he closed his eyes 

And stopped listening for once 

And made it his duty to be what he wanted to 

And not be what they demanded. 

He worked when he desired 

Rested as he deserved 

And all along he found himself 

Growing into what the world loved.