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5'8'' or so I say.

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5'8" or so I say,
But the doctor says I'm 5'6".
I like to blame it on
The fact I slouch.
I probably got that
From sitting about,
Refusing to sleep.
Insomnia.
But that's what makes me,
Me.

My boyfriend calls me small,
He says it makes me cute,
And though I argue,
I guess I secretly love it.

I don't exercise much,
I'm always so stiff and sore.
You'd think I'd be heavier than 89lb,
Though that was a year ago.
I've been through a lot.
Now I'm 102lb and
I can honestly still say:
I'm not overweight;
Quite the contrary,
I could probably do with
A little extra meat,
A couple extra pounds,
Maybe a stone or two.

I try avoid the scales,
I know they don't care,
So why on earth should I?
And it's not like it
Would make a change.

I know I'm small,
I come across weak and fragile
But on the inside
I'm really strong and tough.
You'd just have to trust me on that one.

My sides are still scarred
With memories,
Stretch marks from childbirth.
My partner says
They're tiger stripes.

Being a parent means
A few things,
Personal appearances:T
They take the back-burner.
I don't have time to shower,
Not every day like I used to anyway.

My hair is always a mess,
Sometimes greasy,
Hardly brushed,
And very rarely fixed up.

But as I look in the mirror,
I don't frown.

That little mark above my cheek,
(Seriously, what is that,
Where did it come from,
How long has it been there?)
The unevenness of my eyes,
And even my overall appearance,
I don't mind.

I've never thought I was pretty,
Not do I think I'm particularly ugly,
I'm fairly average,
And I'm okay with that.

Though sometimes at night,
When I lie awake
Only partially dressed,
And I see every shape
And every curve of my body,
I silently swear to myself
For being so...
Imperfect.

It's times like that
I need a gentle tap,
Someone to tell me I'm silly,
And let me remember the truth.

I have people who see me
Every day,
People who see all of my imperfections.
They watch me pass
(With my uncombed hair,
And the shirt I've worn
For the third time this week.)

They see me at my worst,
And sometimes at my best,
But most of all,
They see me for who I am.

And really, it's these bonds that matter.
How you look or
How you dress,
No one will care
Or remember.

What people will remember
Is you, as you are.
A truly wonder
And perfect person.

Unique
And just as important
As everyone else.
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ScarletNalick's avatar
I really love this part,
' My sides are still scarred With memories, Stretch marks from childbirth. My partner says They're tiger stripes.'

Everything else is beautiful and raw too, of course.
I-slay's avatar
Ah~ Thank you!
ScarletNalick's avatar
You're very welcome. <3
chromeantennae's avatar
I absolutely love this. This has such a sweet charm about it. Thank you so much for sharing-- this is phenomenal. :heart:
I-slay's avatar
Thank you very much for the encouraging words!

And thank you for being such an inspiration to, not just me, but many, many people!
chromeantennae's avatar
My pleasure! :)

And gah. <3 I just try my best. :aww:
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