Where I Am From

I am from a picture perfect world

Where everyone has to be a certain size

Where children are growing up to realize

That their size is not acceptable

That they must change how they look

To fit in.

I am from my own world

Where your body type does not depend on what is inside

And besides

Who are you to point out my flaws

But that is only what people see

your flaws

The ones who saw through your confidence and self-esteem

And hearing the words out their mouth

Like sharp darts to the heart

in pain and bleeding...

But no one hears you screaming.

I am from a world of survivors

Pushing through pain as if to stay sane

Praying to a God I know is there

Giving Him all I have

Becoming bare

The weight of my depression and suicidal thoughts

lifted off my weak back.

RESTORATION BEGINS