I hate the way I look
Not beautiful by any text book
The chubbiness of my cheeks
For soda and junk food I am weak
My complexion isn’t smooth
You can play hide in seek
In its grooves
My curly hair
Is always a mess
Pile it on my head with a hair tie
Is what works best
My chubby body
Clothes don’t fit right
So I wear them loose
Better than tight
Never paint my nails
Rather read a book
Nails are bitten
Down to short
Easier to do things
Without all the hype
Only wear a bra when I must
Rather stay home without one
And all the fuss
But most the time I am happy just being me
Cause there is no other out there
You better believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What makes you different and unique is what makes you beautiful. Don't let society tell you what beauty looks like. I like this poem. :)