Measured

[dry tendon]

She carries mirrors made of other people’s mouths,
lets their careless words decide her shape,
lets a sentence tossed too quickly
sit heavy on her chest like truth.
They say fat as if it’s a verdict,
as if it erases the way she listens
with her whole body,
the way she laughs like she means it,
the way rooms feel warmer when she walks in.
She believes them
not because they’re right,
but because she’s kind enough
to think others must be honest.
But they don’t see what I see.
They don’t see the beauty that shows up early,
stays late,
asks how you’re really doing
and waits for the answer.
They don’t see the softness
that is actually strength,
the thoughtfulness that remembers details,
the courage it takes to keep loving
in a world that keeps measuring.
She is not the word they give her.
She is not a body reduced to an opinion.
She is pretty in ways mirrors can’t catch,
beautiful in ways scales could never understand.
She is worth patience.
Worth kindness.
Worth being spoken to gently.
Worth love that doesn’t come with conditions.
She deserves the world
not someday, not after changing,
but now, exactly as she is,
with her open heart, her bright spirit,
and the quiet magic she forgets she carries.
And one day, I hope she hears my voice
louder than theirs
and finally believes it.

[crisp frost]

This is beautiful. I wish there were more like her in this world.

(And that first line is chef's kiss🤌)

[visual harbor]

Wonderful! @crisp frost has just progressed to level 2!

[dry tendon]

thank you so muchh