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I never liked my legs
by Madeline PestolesiTwo sticks of pale flesh
Descending from my ass.
I always thought there was just a little to much fat in the thigh area.
(And the knee area.)
Everyone always told my sister
"Nice legs!"
Then said to me
"Hey, you're so white, I can't tell where your legs stop and your socks begin!"
Ha ha ha.
I always wanted one of those old lady swimsuits
With the "thigh-hider" skirt.
But alas,
They did not make them for 13 year old girls.
I know I lost twenty pounds
In the last few months
But the fear is still there.
I hate walking around in my swimsuit,
Comparing myself to my beautiful friends.
It's a funny situation.
Adri and I were drunk
And each exclaiming how thin we thought the other was.
But when we drunkenly traded pants
It turns out we are the same size.
I guess I am a harsher critic of myself than I am of others.
And the others say
"Duh." 06/18/2003 Author's Note: I like how it starts, but then it just goes off on a tangent. Maybe I'll fix it later.
Posted on 06/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/19/03 at 05:52 AM yes keep it that way...it has legs! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/23/03 at 10:08 PM Well-crafted... there's a lot to be said for this piece especially when you consider society?s expectations for the way people should look. |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 05/25/04 at 11:43 PM i too like the tangent. gives the poem more character than if it weren't there. |
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