I Am Glad to Be a Pear

I didn’t take that razor To end my life Or to show the world How unhappy I was I don’t think people Hurt themselves Because that’s what they Think they should do But because in some way They want to I didn’t like how My hips spilled over The elastic of My underwear Like how water Boils over When you’re not watching The stretch marks On my inner thighs Already looked like scars So what would it matter If I added more? I didn’t take that razor To try and cut off The extra fat on my body But to make little Xs On the parts That I would get rid of Through hard work Because I couldn’t just Stop eating I loved food too much And I wasn’t going to Make it come back up I hate that taste too much The marks on my hips Were not deep at all Just deep enough To make little red marks That would soon fade And to be honest Not long after those marks left So did my fear I threw that razor In the trash Just weeks After I had found it I don’t have any scars Except the stretch marks That still remain On my inner thighs Because I don’t mind them Anymore They are what make me Who I am I have hips And thighs Which I have had A bad image of Since elementary school But I just ignore anyone Who thinks I’m fat Because I look Pretty spectacular In dresses And so be it That my lower body Doesn't match the upper Because that just says That I am like The women On my dad’s side of the family Who are strong And independent And I am proud to be part of them Pears are wonderful fruits They don’t need to be cut in to To taste good God made pears for a reason And I am glad I am one of them