You told yourself you weren’t pretty
is that when you decided not to eat?
The black mold of insecurity
makes the mind so very weak.
How sorry I am
that the joy you find today
Is a number on a scale,
that’s smaller
than yesterday
How cruel you are
when you see your reflection alone,
The silver scars you despise
a trophy of every time that you have grown
How sorry I am that you would ever assume
That a number on the scale could be more important
than all the wonderful things
that make you
you.
If only you knew how your smile
resonates to everyone who’s ever seen
Your eyes caught in their memories
a colour
only
painted in a dream.
There are people that still remember
who still think about the time
your kindness overflowed to them
your laughter
etched on their mind
The weight you worry so much about
is a memory of every step you’ve ever taken
every adventure ever lived,
every passion, reawakened.
Everybody you’ve ever embraced,
wrapped tightly in your arms,
every person you have ever made feel safe
and seen
and heard
and understood
with your open mind and curious soul
your love is your livelihood
You embrace the world with your heart,
for you do so much more than just care.
How radiant you are,
with all this love you willingly share.
You are so much more,
than this false idea you created in your in your head,
my darling you are a living thing
you deserve to be fed.
A soft belly, full of flavour,
every meal you’ve ever ate,
What a privilege it is to worry
about having too much on your plate.
There are so many things that are wrong
in this world full of hate
but I beg you my darling
Don’t you ever think
that one of those things could be you
or your body
or your weight.