Sometimes it’s not the original piece of writing that is so awe-inspiring, but the reaction of the community. This is one of those examples. A young lady posted the following poem a few days ago:
I see her in my peripheral vision.
Her hair is long and brown and its seems red in the sunlight.
Her eyes are dark and her face is light.
Her figure is soft and beautiful.
She is perfect.
She sees me without looking.
I look down.
My hair is not dark enough. Its brown with light youth.
Not long enough either.
My eyes are green and my face is hiding behind freckles.
Like tiny dots of mud splattered on my face.
My figure is no bigger than hers but no one could make me see that.
Not small enough.
Not pretty enough.
Not perfect enough.
Not for her peripheral vision.
She found this comment within a half hour.
Ah, but Q,
your hair glows with bright amber-brown leaf-in-autumn light,
and it teases the nape of your neck and your collarbone enough to bring her attention to the details.
in the sunlight your eyes glow like the greatest life-force green of the earth,
and the freckles bring contrast to the rest of your skin, highlighting your face, your shoulders.
your figure is perfect in her eyes.
she sees you without looking – you are caught in her peripheral vision – because of all this, and in all likelyhood,
she feels the same way you do
about her own body.
(sorry, i couldn’t resist.
alas, i had to guess some of your appearance, but that aside.
don’t doubt yourself, my dear!
even though the sad truth of the matter is that everyone does,
it’s a difficult part of growing up, finding confidence. i struggle with it myself.
and if being in her peripherals is not enough, stand
and meet her face to face.
you may be surprised.)
also i love the concept of this piece. it reminds me of many instances in my life 🙂 wonderful work, keep it up, and chin up ❤