You tell them to place a thinner arm here
and one on the opposite side.
And to remove the rolls on my sides because
that’s where your insecurities lie.
They make my tummy flat and get rid
of all the stretch marks.
Because you find them hideous even though
they tell tales of the journey I’ve embarked.
They remove some of my butt and smooth
out my cellulite thighs.
Just because it’s too much to handle for you
and shameful to your eyes.
You shape, mold, and change me into
something more suitable for you.
You excitably lead me to the mirror to share
what you have made anew.
Tears of shame and disbelief falls down
an unrecognizable face,
To allow your insecurities to affect me
and create such a disgrace.
You adjusted me to your preference and
you are not the only one to blame.
It is I who should have been strong enough
to leave you instead of going through this shame.