Who said you look better slender?
If only you were a bit fairer?
You're so ugly I couldn't guess your gender.
Your skin don't look the slightest tender.

Spoken words that destroyed us.
Hitting our soft spots far worse than a curse.
Exposing cuts that held words we don't want to discuss.
A part of us that was made such a fuss.

But you know, all this noise.
About imperfections without balance or poise.
Are nothing but that which devil deploys.
To strip us from the blessings we should enjoy.

Be aware and do not neglect,
That yes, you are perfectly imperfect.
Do not let the short strands affect,
The overflowing joys that are decked.

A shape you own with content....