This is a journal collection showcasing pieces and responses to my poem, 5'7'', 176 LBS (170 CM, 80 KG)
There is beauty in raw humanity. Perfection in imperfect beings.
Tip of the Iceberg, Broken into Bits (TW) by betwixtthepages, literature
Feature: Sexual and Gender Identity by LadyOfFrost, journal
Feature: Sexual and Gender Identity
Hello, everyone, Joz here! I hope June treated you better than it did me (exams, blergh), and that the weather's not being too difficult for you.
LGBTQA+ Pride Month is nearly over, and there's been some good news for those of you who live in America: the Supreme Court ruled that attempts to ban gay marriage were unconstitutional. That means that gay marriage is now legal in all 50 states.
While this is wonderful news, it doesn't mean that everything is right with the world, of course. Only 22 states and the District of Columbia have non-discrimination laws covering LGBTQA+ people, and not all of these extend that protection to transgender
the moon up close is quite homely;
snapshots don't capture the glow
and like the moon, i have craters
and sleepy lashless eyes.
my teeth are yellow, lips purplish,
brows unkempt and nostrils huge:
no camera angles can filter
my spinsterish features.
lazy daisy for i don't jog
and can't dance or make poses.
waist and hips measure the same,
thighs are as jiggly as my arms.
and i could go on berating
the rest of me: toe nails,
elbows, knees, bikini area,
buttocks, armpits, hair fall,
veiny hands and duck feet.
furthermore,
if i seek inner beauty,
i don't suppose i have it.
inside me
is a crabby heart
that envies and sulks,
holds grudges and r
If you're going to be sanctimonious by SilverInkblot, literature
Literature
If you're going to be sanctimonious
Awkward bodies are for growing
teenagers, not twenty-four
year old college graduates.
My hips were made to procreate;
my shoulders to carry the weight
of your stares. I’m perfectly fine;
your perception is what’s messed up.
I shave for my own comfort,
not yours. My nails are short
and chewed upon. I don’t
even own a pair of heels;
shackles would be more comfortable.
My hands are scratched
by all the cats I’ve cared for.
I look best in business casual;
slacks, tank, shell. I never remember
my bust size. I own more books
than clothes. My eyes are gold
in the late afternoon sunshine.
I can afford a bland oat
diet an
5'1'' 189 lbs (155cm 85kg) by xxsempit3rnalxx, literature
Literature
5'1'' 189 lbs (155cm 85kg)
I am five-foot-one and one hundred and eighty-nine pounds.
At least, that's what I was when I last checked.
My mother asks me if I’ve lost weight and tells me that I look thinner today,
as if telling me that I look thinner instantly solves all my problems.
I shrugged and said that I didn't think so because of all the cookies I devoured
last night during a Friends marathon.
I’m told on a regular basis that I look good - for a fat girl.
Last time I checked, adding a qualifier to a compliment isn’t a compliment.
No, I don't want to hear about this new diet that you saw on tv.
No, I am not unhealthy.
No, I don't want to lose an
Myself and Mirrors by EmmaEatsRainbows, literature
Literature
Myself and Mirrors
My friendship is with Myself, not some piece of cold, shiny glass.
Mirrors are easily shattered.
I am not. I refuse to be.
I’ve got cracks, but I’m not broken.
I’m alive. I give off my own light. I create my own image.
What you really want to know- by Undomiel321, literature
Literature
What you really want to know-
I’m not really sure you want me to do this,
to talk about myself in all the ways I think about myself,
for so many reasons.
For one,
as an introvert, you see, I already think about myself way too much.
Perhaps that makes me selfish.
Perhaps its the only way I can understand anyone else.
For another,
I could confess to you for pages,
I could confess to you for years,
about what I really think of my face, my body, my hair,
about the things I love and hate,
about what I think other people see,
and about what they don’t understand.
I could describe to you in detail
every inch of m