The Look Of You

"You're so skinny!"

They say with disdain,

as they shrug their nose

and critique my frame.

They think it's a blessing,

but it's always a curse.

Judging by appearance

hurts often the worst.

"You try to outdress us!"

They say to my face.

But I'm not competing

and this isn't a race.

They act like I'm wrong

because of my look.

They don't see my heart

or how it's been shook.

Many won't accept me.

I've face that hard fact.

If they don't love themselves

they'll always attack.

I'm a soul in a body.

Despite all this skin.

It's sad they cannot notice

The spaces within.

So silence the judgements

and don't shove them on me.

I'm just a soul in a body

that they refuse to see.