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This poem is about body image and the view we have of ourselves. Thank you for reading :) <3

summer's invitation

*foreword* As someone who's really struggled with their body image, this is a really personal poem for me to write. Thank you for reading. :) <3

Summer is not kind to her.

Summer is not kind to her. It has this way of pulling the wool from our eyes

Summer is not kind to her. It has this way of pulling the wool from our eyes left behind by a cold spring.

In others, it elevates beauty.

In others, it elevates beauty. The Aphrodites abandon all reason and skip between worlds,

In others, it elevates beauty. The Aphrodites abandon all reason and skip between worlds, their copper skin streaming

In others, it elevates beauty. The Aphrodites abandon all reason and skip between worlds, their copper skin streaming with a morning dew that sings

In others, it elevates beauty. The Aphrodites abandon all reason and skip between worlds, their copper skin streaming with a morning dew that sings 'summer.'

She stays away, like a limp flower

She stays away, like a limp flower that has tasted too much sun

She stays away, like a limp flower that has tasted too much sun to know just how much she longs for it.

Summer is no longer a blessing when the world is not kind to your body,

Summer is no longer a blessing when the world is not kind to your body, when you are nowhere near the magic of others,

Summer is no longer a blessing when the world is not kind to your body, when you are nowhere near the magic of others, you have no choice but to kiss the shadows.

They're the only ones that are there.

They're the only ones that are there. The only ones that see

They're the only ones that are there. The only ones that see the pinch of flesh,

They're the only ones that are there. The only ones that see the pinch of flesh, the colour of earth being lightened.

The wildfire that spreads

The wildfire that spreads when you are told

The wildfire that spreads when you are told that anything other than evergreen

The wildfire that spreads when you are told that anything other than evergreen should not be seen.

O silent fighter,

O silent fighter, I hope one day

O silent fighter, I hope one day you'll find the one.

O silent fighter, I hope one day you'll find the one. Someday,

O silent fighter, I hope one day you'll find the one. Someday, in your hand will be a card,

O silent fighter, I hope one day you'll find the one. Someday, in your hand will be a card, it'll proudly say:

"This is an invitation

"This is an invitation for you to love yourself

"This is an invitation for you to love yourself more than you love me."

more than you love me."

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