Shapeless

My Mind, my soul urges me to speak

Say out loud that you're not fitting in

The pressure to meet unrealistic skin standards pushes me down

Can't I be myself, unapologetic and fine

The world will conspire to not condone yourself

Be the voice that everybody searches

The stigma that you're different can always be with you

Until you shatter the ruthless societal views

My skin is too pale, dusky my complexion is

Don't have the zero figure, my waist is thirty-three

Sagging breasts, the belly is not flat

As people start judging you whenever you cross their bars

She wears a short skirt and her lips dons the colour red

Have fat in the right places is what I've read

Bra straps get sexualized or sometimes seems calling for attention

Figure is not an hourglass, sweetie how you are going to survive!

But sweetheart, enough of this coercing, enough of your restrictions

As my body doesn't seek your permission

My thoughts won't give up before your cutbacks

Oh, society! Stop despising and take a step back

As I have decided to embrace my real self

I don't want people to tell me in which shape should I be in

I choose to shapeless, beautiful and serene.