This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
Pale epidermis,
Lightning, tiger stripes
Deep and dark as caverns.
War wounds I flash.
Marks to show I’ve changed-
Grown.
But they see me and
Complain for me to
Pull down my shirt.
Cover the fact that
I love the me
In this skin sack.
I love my outer layer,
The way my body moves,
How my figure looks in the mirror.
Show off what your momma gave you
But mine prefers I cover up,
Don’t let people see the stretch marks.
I could care less.
Fight me.
Turn away.
Just know that my stomach is here to stay.