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More than a number...

More than a number...

I'm a beating heart,
I'm a shining star,
I have skinny dreams,
I burst at the seams,
I'll start on Monday,
I'll dig out my scales,
Sometimes, I struggle breathing,
An image in a long mirror,
Oh, how I hate that feeling,
Frumpy?
Lumpy?
Beauty pressure,
Tape measure,
Utter shambles?
Love handles?
Maybe pleasure?
Do we ever accept ourselves?
Airbrushed magazines sell,
This is not projecting the healthy,
It's only improving the wealthy,
This is a plastic reality!
It's Barbie girl insanity!
Wake up from this fake slumber,
We're more than just a number!
Wake up from this fake slumber,
We're more than just a number!
You, are more! 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks for the likes and pins! Means alot ????

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sally

I loved this poem! It has a really powerful message in it and I feel like everybody should take heed :)

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lodigiana

Hi hun..you know that I also have a strong attitude towards societys pressure to have ‘the right’ body image! Well written Wayne as always. Xx

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Wayne Stubbs

Well hello, nice to hear from you poet sister! ? I still believe some people get treat differently because of their weight too, when everyone should be equal in their own skin, thanks very much ??

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