Soft

You, stranger
Say what you will
Think what you like

I can only be me
In my imperfect, flawed
Broken down body

You don't know my story
You don't know my heart or my mind
My achievements, my dreams

Instead, you choose to judge
The outer shell of who I am
Disregarding what might lie within

My contents are infinitely more interesting than my dress size

My soft mounds of flesh
Reflecting the softness of me, inside

My heart is soft
Easily bruised
But it is bigger
Than your mind will ever be

In future, if you have the choice to be kind, or not
Please, be kind
The world needs more of that