You see me,
But not into me.
Just a shell,
And what you think you know.
You don't feel the layers of pain.
The tortured roads my feet have trailed.
The lows upon lows
The way I've wanted to end my life.
Tried, but failed, tried, but failed, tried, but failed,
Then learned to live again,
Wondering still, some days, was I worth it.
Is this all there is to life.
You don't know the hands that have touched my body.
So many that should have stopped, but didn't because they were good men who just couldn't help themselves.
A child who no one stood up for.
No voice to advocate.
Label upon label.
Fat. Freckled. Girl. Meant for men's pleasure. Outcast. Not the same. Abnormal. Weirdo. Gross. Ugly. Not worthy.
Until there was barely any me left.
So cast your opinions when you look upon this face,
When you look into my eyes,
Or stare at the width of my hips.
But you will never know me.
I fight every day; live, live, live.
To love myself more.
My scars a love letter in Braille.
Words to heal my heart.
I am more than your stigmas and stereotypes.
More than what you think,
Or who you say I am.
More than it all.
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