Soft-Bellied – Poem by Me

i dig my nails into my stomach
they leave little red marks

adding to the collection; matching
perfectly with the indents

from the waistband of my sweatpants
i watch my stomach rise and fall

as i take deep breaths; my pale flesh
expanding and contracting is a sight

both fascinating and repulsive
this little extra pouch of fat

of skin without bones, just an extra
pound (or two, or three) of me

is my weakness, so maybe i'm
too soft

I hope you enjoyed this poem. I’ve wanted to write something about my stomach (my biggest insecurity) for a while, and the words spilled out onto the page pretty easily. We all have our own insecurities, so let this be a reminder you’re not alone. Let me know if you have any feedback, suggestions, or challenges for me to use in my writing in the near future 🙂

Brooke

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2 thoughts on “Soft-Bellied – Poem by Me

  1. Essentia April 26, 2020 / 5:10 pm

    This is beautiful, and the details we’re able to paint a picture too. 😊 My insecurity has always been my hands. I have a terrible habit of biting my none existent nails, and I just don’t like how my hands look lol. I think that insecurity grew as I got older and thought about the possibility of me holding hands with someone.

    Again great poem, and I thought it was thought-provoking. (:

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    • Brooke April 27, 2020 / 9:55 am

      Thank you so much! I completely understand that- I actually used to bite my nails too, and it took me years to finally break the habit. I appreciate the kind words. 🙂

      Like

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