Shameless
The darkness of
The past frightens me
For I once lost
Myself, trapped in
Society’s idea of perfection
Cornered with sharp words,
Eyes that are discriminating
Where the thick seems too big
And thin appears like stick,
That being fat nor flat
Means imperfection;
Even less of a person, too much—
Expectations are drowning me,
As the strong waves
Of my stretch marks showed
Flowing along with my deep scars
Their judgement flowed—
Glancing from my head
To my toe, As if it is theirs
Again I was trapped;
Shame of imperfection
For in their eyes
They were perfect—
Without thinking their heads;
Were empty, shamelessly;
Living in our ideal society
Where being flawless
Is the basis of beauty—
Bea Piñero (she/her) is an aspiring educator who is studying in her first year in Senior Highschool under Humanities and Social Sciences strand.