(TW: Body dysmorphia and pretty privilege)
Something i wrote recently to get stuff out of my chest, please let me know how it is!
The ugly duckling lives in a rotten world
Beautiful, powerful swans decide her worth
They tell her that it's normal, the way she is
But they're all privileged, what do they know?
They win at life flaunting their pearl white wings
The ugly duckling stares into the lake
Puffy lips, Skinny legs, Dirty feathers, fat eyes
Her body looks so much different
Than what she sees when the swans dance
The ugly duckling hunches more than usual
She could never match the swan's effortless, confident posture
She sits on her dining table
The stunning birds she can't beleive are her kin mock her further
That's all that she hears
All that she sees
The ugly duckling misses a chance at a happy life
Only because she looks so much different, so unattractive
She doesn't fit into the gorgeous flock that she sees daily
The ugly duckling cries herself to sleep every night
Pinches her nose and lips
Squeezes her thighs and hips
She does all this when she sees her reflection in the daylight
But alas, she will never know
The ugly duckling cannot see with both eyes
She is so much more than what the swans describe
One looks at her eyes in awe
The other's gaze is fixed on her round, soft jaw
Maybe if she could open her other eye
She'd see the concern in the dinner table people's minds
She'd realise just how much stuff is wrong that she assumes
And maybe then she'll go to bed with a smile