You May Be Fat But Are You Beautiful? - Poem by Adedolapo Olisa
The definition of beauty doesn't point singularly to physical appearance.
It is undeniable that it is good to be healthy
but it is idolatry to believe only the society's desire is acceptable.
God allowed us look the way we do and loves us thus
He loves the big, the small, the slim, the fat, the muscular, the average, the overweight, the underweight
One that cheers you on physically when you really are unhealthy is the friend to be avoided
If 'you are fat' is a fact, deal with it
Why seek to feel good about ones state when it leads an unhealthy regret down the road.
Pride in one's skin is more than just belief in one's being
It is a fertilizer for ones sense of appreciation
And a reinforcement for a bold mind unfazed by agents that taunt resilience.
Another thought that should not be entertained for a second
Is the idea that though one is healthy, there is a size for the society's perfect
One may work towards feeling better about ones physical look or keeping ones size
but that there is a perfect size to be met is a false attempt geared toward pleasing a fantasial idol
Don't let Barbie dictate what ought and what not
Neither should the yard stick of some models be a taunt
It is all a false representation that in no wise is natural
Life is more than present and joy is far from derived through looks
Down the road of time, the youthful pressure dwindles as wisdom replaces 'knowledge'.
For friends that desire to be true, deception is evil but discrimination likewise is
Love the unhealthy and aid in their physical need through truthful words and example
Respect the healthy and leave comparison to individuals
Be a model by the way you appreciate your healthful state.
Tell those that need to know that:
Beauty is an inner thing,
We attract who we are not what we look like,
It is the connection inside that results in the ultimate choice not the first impression.
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