As my eyes focus and it becomes clear
I feel the emotions so familiar
Sadness, shame disgust and hopelessness
Form a knot in my chest
Body shape is not the dictator of attractiveness
I know there is no logic to this
I believe self-acceptance is most beautiful to see
But that doesn't help me
Thoughts cannot dampen these cruel feelings
I can ignore them but it is uncomfortable
Like this I have no hope of enjoying touch
It is far too much
I still believe loosing weight is a possible answer
Maybe then I could accept this body
But this causes its own problems for me
And drives exhausting eating difficulties
I wish my body caused me less distress
That would be good enough for me
Just feel comfortable enough to let someone in
But I don't know how to begin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem