FREE

I have been a slave

A slave to all the stares and silent whispers

A slave to the countless remarks

“You’re so tiny!”

“You look smaller every time I see you!”

“My gosh! Don’t you eat?”

A slave to all the jokes about my weight

 

I have been a slave

A slave to the weighing scale

Every week, several days

Hoping to see a number higher than the day before

 

I have been a slave

A slave to the mirror

That showed me that my waist was too small

And my thighs too skinny

My arms too frail

My face too sunken

And my collar bone too ‘bony’

 

I have been a slave

A slave to my thoughts

Thoughts that told me I wasn’t beautiful enough

Thoughts that told me I will never be enough

Thoughts that told me he would never want me

Thoughts that told me he will leave me eventually

Until he did

 

But not anymore

I refuse to be a slave

Not to the stares and silent whispers

Not to the countless remarks

Not to all the jokes

Not to the weighing scale

Not to the mirror

Not to my thoughts

 

I accept that I am enough

I accept that I am beautiful

I accept that I am wanted

I accept that I am free