Poem -
at. Arms length
How to write a poem
about your arms.Ā
but I have to..
They've been, by
my side all my life..
yet I've treated them
wrongly..
Now with gratitude,
I praiseĀ them..
I used to hide them,
under sleeves and
garments..
Afraid that they would
let me down..
abruptly..
But they've stood me strong .
White like milk bottles..
with tiny threads that
reveal..
I've stretched them,
to the limit..
And I love them.
I want to hug you..
elbow others out..
hold on to you..
soft velvet skin..
How could I
hide you from
the world..?
it was a little
voice within...
It said..they're fat..
they're scarred with
life's hacks..they're
not nice to look at..
Well to hell with that.
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Comments
Love this Pauline, so many of us suffer with body dysmorphia. This is a loving write to yourself, which we all should probably do from time to timeĀ
Gwen x
XXX....I had them out in a sleeveles vest.....I don't know what I've been thinking for years..maybe because I got one strechmark on my inner upper arm..and some girl pointed it out in school...now I'm releasedĀ from the paranoia...xx
Lol...only you...I love this. Ladies of a certain age have been taught to hide every bit of imperfection away I feel the same about my arms Pauline and my face feet bum etc....parade it all with pride lol...great write x
I am...tonight I'm all dressed in Pink like Barbara Cartland.Ā Lol with my arms out..xx cheers Marion xx