Your Body is not a "Battlefield"

  

I weigh,

I measure,

I starve to meet the unrealistic beauty standards of our society 

For my body is not my own property 

Every time I see through mirror

 It reflects back with questions full of disclaimer 

Too fat,

Too skinny,

Too dark,

Too curvy,

Too tall,

Too short 

The media constantly remind us to second guess our default 

My body is more of a battle ground

 Fighting for right measures in the field unbound 

Thighs without gap face full of spot tooth with braces 

Not a fit for fashion model's sizes 

Complexion white as milk hair falling of a shoulder as silk 

Tall with the thinner thigh 

You are all ready to glam up and fly 

Who decides the standards of beauty,

Bring us down to shame and make us feel guilty?

Enough we fought

Enough we cried

 Enough we cared for others 

Now break hinges of this imprisonment 

And groom up with the beauty that you "Dreamt"

Your body is no more a "Battle-field

"It's a "Temple" of aesthetics that you yield . 

Your body is no more a "Boarding-House" for strangers

 It's a "Home" for your own coming ventures 

Your bodies are not meant to make others comfortable

 They are to make your spirit unbreakable 

Beauty comes from within your inherited souls and smiles

Not from white skin and soft flesh on your thighs 

Weigh to get healthier 

Measure to get fitter not thinner 

Wear heals to stand out with confidence 

And glow up only to cheers 

Flat or Fat Bones or Curves none of your concerns

 Tall or short get away you bloody escort 

Dark, Whitish, black, fair why you even care?

"Bodies aren't ugly

Bullying is

"Blame society or beholder (of beauty) is the biggest quiz 

So, caress your skin for you are Gorgeous

Step out fearlessly don't be cautious 

Bring comfort in your wrinkle, your face will gloom up with sparkle 

Don't weigh 

Don't measure 

Don't starve for you are not a sculpture to carve