Your Body Is Not An Apology.
Your Body Is Not An Apology.
When I was 12 years old,
I heard my 'not so slim' cousin being told
“It’ll be difficult to get a decent boy to marry you”
Lose a few pounds,and bid your worries adieu
But who was to tell her
A pound more or a pound less isn't who she was
Her body was hers and not something for the world to gauge
Your relatives’ opinion about your body is not a reflection of you
Our bodies are our homes, not some unprogressive taboo
Flipping through the glossy perfection of pink-clad magazines
I see the oh so skinny jeans and perfectly sculpted teens
But where in that superficial world can I see the thunder thighs
Or the tiger skinned stretch marks that leave a trail of screams
Howling “I am beautiful, not for your critique”.
Never have we been told to love our bodies
Hide your curves, slim and trim as much as you can
But these curves run like oceans
Which the rigid weight scales cannot span
The society convinced us that our bodies are not something to be treasured
Whenever we tried to feel beautiful in our skins
They expressed their displeasure
It’s like asking a flower not to bloom,
Or for a fire not to fume
So next time they ask you to be pretty, thin or flat
Remember,
The universe did not waste its atoms
Just so you could be contained within these labels
So next time when the ruthless society try to bring you down
Remember,
To get back up with double the fire and triple the rage
Your body is a tapestry of the scars and the stories you have endured
Your body is not an apology.