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erinkephartFudge Popsicles and Puppies
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Oh how I hide my insecurities


by erinkephart

I carry my body Like an outfit I put together in the dark.

I have never been proud of either.

My clothes never match, And I'm terrible at makeup.

My shorts are ripped by the seam. And my thighs are too big for skinny jeans.

I'm never a fan at hiding things.

So When I hide my body, I wear something old and ugly To make up for the lie.

I don't like the features that my mother seems to love,

"You have your grandma's hips" If only she knew I was made fun of.

If it was as easy to throw away just the thought of my insecurities

as it was to throw away my ripped and worn clothes

I'd never carry my body the same as before

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You used the finest language to explain a horrendous feeling. You got your point across to me. So I am gathering that it is more important to you to look like one of these vapid bitches than to look like you, a unique individual. So in your next poem explain to me why you want to mirror and mimic these empty headed phonies. Good poem. Ypou have talent.