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Chainmail

October 22, 2018
By Meghanmkenny BRONZE, Aurora, Illinois
Meghanmkenny BRONZE, Aurora, Illinois
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This is a poem for anyone that’s ever hated the body they live in.
Anyone that’s ever been angry at themselves for their skin being too pale or too dark,
For their body having too many curves or not enough,
For their knees being too boney and knocking against each other like spoons in a box of silverware or for missing a gap between their thighs as if the space between your legs defines your worth
Are you aware that your heart pumps about 115,200 times a day, blood surging through your body like electricity buzzing in power lines
Or that your body reproduces ten billion white blood cells every twenty four hours, each cell’s purpose to fight off any uninvited guests that dare enter their abode
Or that while you’re asleep, your body is internally recharging, like the iPhone that is glued to your hands, only better
Your body's a team; bones connect to ligaments that connect to muscles
Your skin a sheath of armour, a blanket of chainmail that wraps around every inch of your body, disguised in silk but as tough as the titanium wall you've built around your own heart
Your brain pumps chemicals like it's competing in a drag race, the hormones flying through your body like a Dodge Charger on a track
A splash of serotonin for happiness
A dash of dopamine for passion
A gaping glob of glutamate to help me remember all the things I learned,
Like how to not hate my body because it is only person who ever protected me and is the last person who ever will
I don't believe in regrets but if I had to have one it's that I spit in the face of my own reflection, despite that my body’s sole purpose and undying loyalty is devoted to keeping me alive
Who cares if your body has a little less hair or a little more fat or too many freckles or none at all when it can breathe and run and think and feel
So help me god if I don't start loving every cell that healed every wound or every atom sewn into the quilt of my existence
If my body won't let poison run in my veins, then I'll be damned if I let poison run through my thoughts
My body is not a temple, it's a goddamn kingdom
And the only person wearing the crown,
Is me


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece because I think body image and self esteem are two things that get looked over but are actually really relevant in today's society. Everyone has something they are insecure about or dislike about themselves. I think it's really important that we recognize our bodies for the miracle that they are. I personally struggled with self image and after finding confidence in myself and setting the right kinds of goals, I've become a happier person. This piece was originally intended to be a slam piece but I think the writing itself can do justice for the topic. When anyone gets down about one of their flaws, I hope they think of this poem and it's concepts. Rather than disliking one small thing, celebrate the thousands of wonderful things you do for yourself everyday without even realizing it. 


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