This poem was a hard one for me, but so very, very easy to write.
I have questioned my own size and shape since I was thirteen years old. After a school nurse was disappointed with my weigh-in, I went home and buried my face in my mother’s chest and wondered what I was “supposed” to look like. Too short, too tall, too thin, too wide. I drink and I eat sweets, but not a moment goes by without me questioning my shape and my own self worth along with it; these thoughts are a plague to those struggling with self esteem issues, from the time they climb out of bed to the moment they undress at night. And while each day is a struggle, I have managed to find small pockets of peace within myself. We are all different, and we are all beautiful in our own way. Who wants to look like everyone else? What a boring world we would be living in. I try daily to remind myself of all the other things I like about me. To all those others sailing along in my boat: take a deep breath, throw your shoulders back, and make the mirror your new best friend. After all, confidence is sexy.
xoxo,
Nicole Marie
such rough patchwork
on such a young thing,
no glass smooth flesh
just marble valleys
on a pale pink landscape.
those smiling lines on her back
aren’t the wings of a butterfly,
those glowing highways
on her thighs
don’t twist with assurance.
a real life caricature
all lowered brow, all rising forehead,
the living reflection
of a fun house mirror
she looks away as she dresses.
cemented tongueless
in a wavering cave
the elements get in easily here,
she hides her breath
until the flooding stops.
nothing matters
when the roadway
is littered with flaws,
she only trips
over the rubble.
all is wrapped in silence
when she wakes,
eyes shut tight
no shedding litters
the bedroom floor.
how can she grow
when her sight
is a fogged mirror,
when words fall so hard
from a slapping screen door?
that soft skin,
gathered like wrinkled blankets
beneath each arm,
it is not a sign of prosperity,
she does not raise her chin.
no other is in want
of a hard bruised shook up
stretch of pale and bone
holding some view of the world
in her wide-knuckled grasp.
i am, she says,
a well-wrapped box
of weeds and good intentions,
worn at the seams,
no card attached.
but she will never learn
the weight of her own gravity,
she will never see
the blue of the sky
if she never raises her eyes to it.
Poem originally featured on ChowderHead.
Good, enjoyed the canter through your mind.
Jim
WE ENJOYED IT,IT WAS WRITTEN VERYWELL,LOVE YA TARA N GEORGE XOXO
You’re fairly cute-girl-shaped, with intelligent highlights, glitter and husband love on top of that. So there.
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Mmm.. everybody is similar in the fact that each is unique.
Absolutely. Thank you so much for reading.
Pretty inspirational! I love the poem!
Thank you so much!
Your welcome! 😀 you truly deserve it!
Congrats on getting pressed, Nicole. This is a fabulous honor for a fabulous writer! Way to go!
You are awesome, Twindaddy. Thank you 🙂
You are, too!!
Nice poem and beautiful painting
Thank you, Kimerly! Glad you enjoyed it!
You are welcome, keep inspiring others.
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really like this.
Simply beautiful, Nicole. Congrats on being Freshly Pressed!!
Thank you so much. Xoxo
Freshly pressed as well, good stuff.
Jim
What more can I say, Chicky? Congrats on getting your *first badge! It was very much deserved!! (oh, and thanks for the plug :))
Of course!!
So good! I love this!
Thank you!! 🙂
This is just amazing. I think it relates to many young women these days. Thank you for this beautiful little trinket of a poem.
You are very kind. Thank you for reading and enjoying.
Beautiful writing, and beautiful message. We’ll done!
Thank you, Kayla!!
Go you!! Well done, Nicole Marie. Very well deserved 🙂
Thank you, Anita!!
Totally relatable, thanks for this.
And thank you for reading. I’m so happy you could take something positive from it!
Beautifully made, we are woman! I have fallen into deep like of myself. Embrace us, womanhood.
That’s what it’s all about!!! Thank you for reading!
Thank you for posting. And love the tats
Thank you 🙂
im agree,, everybody is unique. be proud of you,,
I strive to remind all of us to do just that. Thank you for reading.
Beautiful
Amazing!
Great poetry and images. You are beautiful, inside and out.
You are so kind, thank you.
Beautifully written.
Thank you!
a creative writing..
nice poem.. 🙂
Thanks!! 🙂
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This poem is amazing. Thank you for writing this 🙂
Thank you! And thank you for reading!!
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Beautiful
omg woman, do you know how much of a service you’ve done to people like me with poem of yours…i dont know if i can befriend the mirror yet but it is heartwarming to know that there is someone who knows how you feel. this heals. lovely and congratulations on being freshly pressed.
Thank you so much. For you to be able to find some kind of solace in my words is more than I could hope for! You definitely are not alone. Lets both work on seeing the beauty in ourselves. 🙂
stretch of pale and bone: you paint a clear image, burn it
Thank you, James 🙂
I reject your smiley emote. I embrace your tat.
Hahaha. You’re not the first I’ve come across who hates those icons. And thank you.
Engrossing honesty, thrive on!
Thanks!!
As I got older I noticed wrinkles on my wrinkles and my skin was not satin smooth but like sandpaper and needing moisture. The illusion of good looks is fleeting to say the least.
Hi, simply beautiful writing!!
Thank you for stopping by – glad you enjoyed it!!
I am not a repeat commentor. It is only a figment of your imagination….
Wait…do I know you?
no. keep walking…
Whatcha get for dinner, FRIEND? 😉
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, stranger?
(Jimmy Johns. It was the shit.)
Oh yeah, I forgot, I don’t know you.
(what the hell is a jimmy john’s? I had subway. eat fresh, bitch!)
Ta Ta.
(Jimmy John’s is like Subway, but it’s fucking way more fresh)
See ya!
(Pppppppppffffffffffttttttttttttt.
Doubtful.)
Ok, Later!
(Jared Blows!)
Beautiful
Thank you, nathie 🙂
It moved me. Many thanks and much love to you.
Thank you! Much love to you as well. Glad you read and enjoyed.
A very moving and sadly recognizable feeling of self-doubt and self-hatred. Why is it so hard to love ourselves? I have tried to instill in my daughters a sense of self-worth and the desire to be true to yourself and different. It isn’t easy in today’s 24/7 media world and airbrushed everything. Thank you for sharing this.
You’re right, it isn’t easy in today’s world. It’s horrible that the majority of people can relate to this post, but I am also glad that some others can find some sort of solace in it as well. Thank you for reading!
Liked this – well done on being FP’d!
Thanks, Emily!!
Very well done. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Monica!
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I felt this. Deep inside… you are such an inspiration.
well written..enjoyed it!
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Everybody is beautiful on its own way.
Interesting
Is this your handwriting? Recent? Just curious because it is informative from a scientific standpoint. I am very happy for you that you are doing your best to find positives. I went through similar and finally realized that happiness comes from self-acceptance within and not from trying to fit into societal expectations or demands. The question is how do you FEEL ? Those questions are coming from what I call the “itty bitty shitty committee” in our heads – they never have anything good to say. ((hugs))
Thank you so much for reading. Yes, it is my handwriting from just a few weeks ago. This piece means a lot to me and I’m glad you could find something in it too 🙂
As a 26+ year international forensic handwriting expert who just signed a reality show contract for my Handwriting Formation Therapy program, I would like your permission to give you some healing handwriting changes that will make you feel much better if you consistently use them. If you would rather not, I understand but many of your readers may be able to help themselves or others with it too. Thanks! ❤
I’m definitely interested and here is my email if you’d like to send me more information: pasqua74@students.rowan.edu
I will send it to you now. Thank you for allowing me to assist you!
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Beauty in other words 🙂 simply lovely.
If that transcendent poem wasn’t enough to blow my mind, the closing pic put me over the edge.
Yours is a beautiful soul, Nicole.
Ahhhh you are too sweet. Thank you. xoxo
nice one
Thank you, Catrina
“how can she grow
when her sight
is a fogged mirror,
when words fall so hard
from a slapping screen door?”
Loved this part Nicole… Hope you write more such pieces..
Stay blessed. xoxo…
Thank you so much, Azfar!
Love it!! Your very inspirational
Thank you so much!!
Your welcome I would appreciate if you could check out some of my blogs and tell me what you think
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This is still awesome.
Thanks, Adam! I still like going back and reading this one sometimes. 🙂
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You are a poet after my own heart…such powerful writing, reminds me of why I’m a poet: to create a world where words run wild.
Very well said, sensoria. And thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed this piece 🙂
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