Little

Numbers on the scale

Numbers on the scale, why do they mean so much? 
How many lose and gains will be enough? 
They go high and they go low
My stretch marks keep growing and I’m feeling ill
No one even cares unless there’s process shown
I cant believe I don’t have the perfect figure still

The frame and labels splattered across my face
All these expectations and media
makes me wish I never ate
Looking for my purpose in every encyclopedia
Struggling to find my motivation 
A justification for my living expectations 
Why my body isn’t my rationalization on why I should keep living
If I don’t look good enough is there even a reason
No matter what others say I cant leave this feeling

The feeling that my body means more then me
This is an superstition created by the image of the mold
The mold they expect young ones to grow 

“Natural”
they say, no pushups no makeup is what we’re told
In media there is lack of plus size repetition 

Dont be a slut but make sure there is enough skin shown
Do not talk but make sure you make a presentation
When you present talk loud 
clear but not enough to make others hear

God Forbid the thought of strolling alone
When the street lights are out you outta be home

“It’s too dangerous for you, small little girl”
“For your information sir, I’m fully grown”