Her Worth Is Never Her Size. Poem by WIN VENTURA

They see her body, they see her size,
They judge her with their careless eyes.
But they don't know the hidden tears,
The silent battles through the years.

She was once young, she once was light,
She had her own beautiful sight.
But time arrived and seasons changed,
Her body grew, her life rearranged.

She did not choose every single change,
Life's journey can be wild and strange.
Sometimes it's age, sometimes it's pain,
Sometimes it's storms she had to contain.

The worries she carried deep inside,
The disappointments she tried to hide.
The anger, stress, the sleepless nights,
The battles fought without the lights.

They see the weight upon her frame,
But never ask about her pain.
They make a joke, they laugh, they tease,
Not knowing they steal her peace.

Some stop taking pictures of their face,
Some hide away from every place.
Not because they lost their glow,
But because the world made them feel low.

But listen, she is still the same,
Her heart still carries love and flame.
Her kindness, laughter, dreams inside,
Are the beauty she should never hide.

A body changes, years will pass,
Nothing stays like looking glass.
But the soul within will always be
The truest form of who she'll be.

So let her stand, let her shine,
Her worth was never based on size or line.
The ones who truly see her heart,
Will love the woman, every part.

She is not a number, not a shape,
Not a picture people choose to rate.
She is a story, strong and true,
A beautiful soul still shining through.

By: - WIN VENTURA