This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SLU chapter.
If I bruised
at the words I threw
at my body
my thighs would be a permanent purple
my cheeks and my nose a faded yellow
and my fingers and hands a solid green
The blue and brown would wrap around
my hips
over my stomach
and down to my knees
If people knew
how much verbal abuse
this body is used to
Maybe they would see me
as more than beautiful