body shaming, health, insecurities, pain, poem

My mirror made me realise.

Chubby cheeks, sweaty thighs
Flabby arms plus short height.

Being fat and bulky, I
Was never their favourite child.

Bitter taunts and weight loss tips
Used to be my feed at dine.

It’s not the SELF LOVE, but
The SELF HATE , I learnt at nine.

Crying as a bullied teen
I heard a voice one night –

“your body is only yours
Your scars are sunshine.
No matter what they say
It’s their unpaid job to criticise.”

It’s not my mother. But
My mirror made me realise –

YOUR BODY IS ONLY YOURS
WHETHER YOU ARE NINE OR NINETY NINE.

                                                               – Noor

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Dating, health, pain, poem, relationship

Am I a mess?

Maybe I am wrong. Maybe
I was right. Maybe

I am weird. Maybe
All of us are alike. Maybe

I am a mess. Maybe
An artistic mind. Maybe

I am broken and blight. Maybe
Beauty lies in beholder’s eye.

                                               – Noor

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