Weighed Out
Ninety, One hundred, One hundred-forty.
Underweight , perfect weight, overweight.
Why must beauty be determined by a number?
Take a look at the girl in the magazine,
what do you see?
Ribs that become apparent through the flesh when she stands to stretch ,
Or even the two inch space below her waist that seperates her thighs when she stands to rise.
Darling, that isn't perfection, that is struggle.
Maybe one day,
A mother will be able to say, "Babygirl take a step off the scale , look in the mirror, what do you see?"
And she will say, "A beautiful me."
Take a step off the scale,
leave the struggle behind.
Imperfection is beauty,
You aren't perfect but you ARE worth it.
Inner beauty is key.
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