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Greta grew up in a headless cold world,
The love is present, only through the unseeable veils.
She’s told she would fail,
And to be doomed and out of tune to lose with no avail.
School was tough, bullied in smut,
Just one friend,
With one bench,
But cannot quash the evil guts.
Teased and water’s like mountain on cheeks,
“I’m not like everybody else.”
Slim and petite.
No warm arms on cold nights, and no love for a cub,
Stacey’s there, often begrudge.
Greta’s confused, “Why like me, I’m ugly and podgy.”
But the comfort of joy is one to enjoy.
Sixty beats a minute,
Taken through a thousand stinging nettles.
But she will laugh the loudest, when the disgust declutters.
She grows and she blossoms,
The flowers bud and the dirt’s no longer rotten.
Beautiful, bootyfull, victorious of them all,
Confidence is all she needed, and now she’s leading.
Those pop eye buffaloes,
Bellucci walks and the thunder strikes,
Hips curvy mean a sunny delight.
She’s a brave maiden, although trembles of past,
Her hair grew dark, boldly and fierce.
And as time goes on, chesty and lark,
Eyes big and blue, radiant sky clear.
She’s a morning star,
Men spin around, pave the way with gold in her crown.
The owls are out, pink is the colour that’s hidden in mouth,
But the droopy jaws are getting ignored.
The journey of size and the ending of lives,
Time waits for none when the years are polite.
A reflection of the spectrum, and quick flick refractions,
Means it’s brighter, on the other side of the section.
Judgement is all, when time escapes with a catastrophic befall.
So don’t be quick for words can make you sick,
The tables can turn and the needle can prick.
Written by: Justin J. White
Photographer: Kaapone Fotografia
Model: Lyz Lupo
All hail to the queen of curves and the woman who looks like an angel. She said it, yet, it was a re-post from “bodyposipanda,” quoting, “Life is already happening, and you’re already good enough to live it in the body you have right now.” The MSA model is well endowed; sanctioning women to always love themselves no matter what, to not express regret by looking a certain way that others may disapprove of, or be in complete disgust to fuel fire for those who wish to make women feel in disorder.
I get it too, no one wants to feel like they have to conform to the way others feel, they would rather live how they want, but one thing that gets in the way of someone’s heart if they’re not strong enough to resist are other people’s words. Words are powerful, especially the context they’re written in, and if it can relate to your current situation it can either have a positive impact on your feelings, or a negative blow to your heart. However, that’s partly your choice on how you feel, but if you cannot stand firm like a brick wall, ask yourself these questions.
- Why do I feel this way about myself regarding their words?
- What is the root cause to me not being able to withstand the messages in their words?
- What should I do to overcome these feelings?
I know there are many thoughts running through your head for those who can relate; it can be very daunting — almost like your mind’s playing tricks on you. That constant battle with your super-ego; self-critical conscience which mediates between yourself and society, enabling you to make judgement on when to fight back between what’s right and wrong in your eyes. But those questions can be answered to the point where you will feel that you no longer have to answer to others, where you no longer feel the break in your heart to their words of distaste, where the world will be a better place from your perspective.
All it takes is some medicine; the kind of medicine that will uplift your spirit and sense of well-being of living in the moment and being self-aware. And that medicine starts with GRATITUDE, and where does this initial stage of gratitude come from? You, your unique character, the facts of who you are as you cannot be anybody else; furthermore, being alive. Plus speaking from experience, as time goes on, you will begin to unravel all that was and all that will be within, because what’s within will be shown on the outside; confidence on the inside will air on the outside, likewise, hatred on the inside will manifest to the forefront.
And Morgan’s re-post sums this up nicely. “The next time you look in the mirror, ask yourself if self hate is really working. Ask yourself if you’re willing to spend your whole life at war with your body, trying to hate it into something else. And if you’ve had enough, like I know we all have, then it’s time to try self love. The same self love that you deserved all along.”
Moreover, you have always had it in you, that feeling of confidence and inner-peace within yourself that was waiting to spring through the cracks of your heart, and to not go back to what has passed but to merely look forward and better thyself.
As above, so below. As within, so without (The Emerald Tablet, Circa 3000 BC).
Written by: Justin J. White
Photo by: Theik Smith (@theikphoto)
Morgan’s Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/moloweez/
Bodyposipanda’s Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/bodyposipanda/?hl=en