There is something
that I wanted to tell you.
  
                                      Earlier this month,
I was talking to my best friend
About a lot of important things
such as boys, dating,
                                      and careers.
  
                                      I came across a
                                      very, touchy subject.
  
I asked my best friend
about my body image.
  
I asked her
“Does my image matter?”
My best friend
                                      responded back with,
“Well, what do you think?”
  
To which
I start to think about it
for a very long time.
  
When I got back home
from my best friend’s house,
I went straight
                                      to my bedroom and
changed out of my day clothes.
I was completely naked,
except I was wearing my bra
                                      and my underwear.
I went to the mirror
and took a very, long look
                                      at myself.
I turned to the left, right, and back
and did the exact
                                      same thing.
All I see is a healthy, curvy,
Beautiful young woman looking
                                     straight back at me.
  
I started to ask myself repeatedly,
“Does My Image Matter?”
While I was asking this question
  repeatedly to myself,
                                      All of the past memories
start to come back to me.
                                     I kept thinking and
asking and thinking and asking,
until at one point, I gave up.
  
Does my image really matter?
  
Does my image matter
when I watch TV, surf the web,
Read newspapers, magazines, ads,
and I came across
Some attracting people showcasing
their perfect bodies
And when I look at my body,
realizing that it’s not
Perfect? That it’s not just like theirs?
  
Does my image matter
when my mother
keeps on pressuring
me
and not anybody else
in my family
to lose some weight?
Doesn’t she like my body
the way it is right now?
Why does she want me
to change it?
  
Does my image matter
when I finally got a role
in a TV Show,
Feature Film,
or a theatrical production
that I have dreamed of
For a long time,
only to find out the directors,
executive producers,
And my agent
wanted and pressured me
to lose a few pounds and
If I don’t do what they tell me to do,
they will reject me all because
I’m not following their standards?
That I’m not just like the
Other actors and actresses
With their perfect, fit, &
Attractive bodies?
  
Does my image matter
When I joined the
Bandwagon of
Millions and millions
Of people all
Across the country
Spending my hard-earned
Cash on
Products upon products of
Hair, make-up, skin, manicure/
Pedicure, weight-loss programs,
Diet pills/shakes, at-home gym
Equipment, gym memberships,
Diet plans, and all that jazz
Only to find out that
It never works with my
Hectic daily schedule?!
Or it never works
at all?!
  
Does my image matter
When I watch an episode of
“Glee” that is about
body image
issues,
When Kitty, a cheerleader, told
Marley, a glee club member,
About how to lose weight by
Just sticking 2 fingers in
Her mouth and
Just ***** so that
Marley can fit into
The costume that
She is going to
Wear in order to
Portray the role of
Sandy Olson
In their school’s
Theatrical production
Of “Grease?”
What would I do if
I was in Marley’s
Shoes?
  
Does my image matter
When the professionals,
Scientists, and authors
From the University of
Washington
Explain that the
Media itself
Is responsible for
Holding up “a
Thinner & thinner
Body image as the
Ideal for women?”
That they also state that
Throughout their
Childhood,
Women are extremely
“unhappy with their
Bodies”
And the percentage
Representing that
Statement
Increases rapidly from
Age 13 to age 17?
Was I happy or
unhappy with
My body during that
Time?
  
Does my image matter
If I stopped worrying
About my body?
That I could just eat
Whatever the heck I
Want?
That I could just sit on
My ****
All day long
And not get enough
Physical activity
So that when I
Walk down the
Streets of my
Hometown
Proudly,
nobody would
Notice how big,
Fat, and ugly
I have become?
Would I just be a
Doormat?
Would I become
An easy
Target?
  
Does my image matter then?
  
Does my image matter now?
  
Would my image matter in the future?
  
Would my image matter anytime soon?!?!
Now you listen to me.
Just take a very, long
Look at me.
What do you see?
What do you like &
Dislike about me?
Do you love
Or hate me?
And in your
Honest opinion,
  
Does my image matter to you?
  
Let me tell you something.
As of right now,
my image does matter.
  
It matters to me
And me alone.

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You are a **** lioness. you are the flame of sensual passion. I admire your amazing beauty. You are amazing, perfect, you are perfect. I think so. Your flesh is sweeter than sweet. In bed, sultry lioness.
Author Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

An image painted on a canvas
For the whole world to see
Is the image what they notice
Or is it what truly lies beneath
On the outside there's beauty
Radiating a hint of happiness
Filled with life and enthusiasm
Enjoyed by all who see, or notice
The hands that created this masterpiece
Must have been solid, and stern
For the wall that holds this canvas
Has a black lining the eyes can't see
Bitterness, shallow, and heartless
Covered with a coating of gold
To the human eye to seem like perfection
For there is no happiness within
An abundance of repentance
that grows under this image,
stretching high up along the walls
The image of everlasting beauty
Trees swaying in the background
Beautiful flowers blooming abundantly
The sun shining as though just ripened
Birds soaring through the air,
chirping this magical, mystical morning
Dew lying upon the image
leaving a sparkle to catch the eye
The image seen as it is wanted to be seen
Painted from the mind of someone
needing perfection taking nothing less
Knowing you can't cut a stone with scissors
Or fly like a bird without wings
You can't even create perfection
When there is no such a thing.
Minus all the beauty that this image holds
Would your attention be captured the same
If by fascination you could see with it
Without it what would you see
A canvas hanging on a wall alone
No beauty within or without
Black walls that line the canvas, no image
Empty, rebellious, alone
Fascination is taken away by reality
Once the image becomes clear it is no longer
an image, nor perfection you see
Though now noticeable the canvas
rests on the wall that is lined in black
Plain as the sky on a glorious day
The canvas holds no image of beauty
No image of any kind
It was merely what someone wanted you to see
Hoping that in reality the image
would always be there, stay the same
Beautiful, happy, loving
Speaking a thousand words just
from what your mind captured
It is now faint to the eyes, clear
That this canvas is nothing more
than a dishonest piece of work.

An image painted on a canvas
For the whole world to see
Is the image what they notice
Or is it what truly lies beneath
On the outside there's beauty
Radiating a hint of happiness
Filled with life and enthusiasm
Enjoyed by all who see, or notice
The hands that created this masterpiece
Must have been solid, and stern
For the wall that holds this canvas
Has a black lining the eyes can't see
Bitterness, shallow, and heartless
Covered with a coating of gold
To the human eye to seem like perfection
For there is no happiness within
An abundance of repentance
that grows under this image,
stretching high up along the walls
The image of everlasting beauty
Trees swaying in the background
Beautiful flowers blooming abundantly
The sun shining as though just ripened
Birds soaring through the air,
chirping this magical, mystical morning
Dew lying upon the image
leaving a sparkle to catch the eye
The image seen as it is wanted to be seen
Painted from the mind of someone
needing perfection taking nothing less
Knowing you can't cut a stone with scissors
Or fly like a bird without wings
You can't even create perfection
When there is no such a thing.
Minus all the beauty that this image holds
Would your attention be captured the same
If by fascination you could see with it
Without it what would you see
A canvas hanging on a wall alone
No beauty within or without
Black walls that line the canvas, no image
Empty, rebellious, alone
Fascination is taken away by reality
Once the image becomes clear it is no longer
an image, nor perfection you see
Though now noticeable the canvas
rests on the wall that is lined in black
Plain as the sky on a glorious day
The canvas holds no image of beauty
No image of any kind
It was merely what someone wanted you to see
Hoping that in reality the image
would always be there, stay the same
Beautiful, happy, loving
Speaking a thousand words just
from what your mind captured
It is now faint to the eyes, clear
That this canvas is nothing more
than a dishonest piece of work.

Image of what we see
who is there
who is not

spiritual way to see
is the sense of the being

air is crisp
cold breeze come by

is there someone there
do we know who is there

answer is within us
only those
who can understand

the life of spirits of their own
souls
walk about

not knowing who they are

Image of a glow
can we see him
who would it be

he stand in the light
beauty is there to see

reflection of ourselves is knowing
what is haunting us

ghost wonders as spirits arise
no one cannot see the image

it's the one we feel
lost in the world
gone missing

where are they are
land to land
they lay in row on the grounds

people not barred
tears come out in photograph
for those
who took the picture's of reality
for us to see

Image of what we see
war
bombs
cry's
tears
screams

one by one
or
all standing in the line
to be shot and ****

why does this happen in today's
world

not matter how we all are
our hopes of spirits
we do not know

when it will happen to us
tears flow by children

where are their parents
shot killed
see the blood flow like a river

Image of what we see
is the fear
for us all

it could happen to us
but when

but look up
image is there by the Lord

we Pray and we Pray on
we speak
we see
we cannot explain

thousands and thousands
die
for no reason

purpose is from whom
the hate of
crime

no matter what is out there
Image is clear and loud
to what we see

credulity in the world will never stop
it's a life on going pain
what we see and get

no one says anything
but do they in secret of their own

we are meant to live and survive
we are meant to die and survive
we are meant not to understand
why we are in hell or in the heavens
of the

Lord

we can only do so much
we start over and over

life is that way to view the image
it is sad to see

but in our own way
we see through our mind

hate anger frustration confuse cruelty
nonsense be-trail of insentience
of
people
get caught in the middle

view the image is watching reading
the news
what our world is going to

Lord we ask to watch over us
we know

Lord you can only do so much

we are here for the reason to challenge ourselves
to give a hand to a hand
to help no matter what

we are humans
we are the being to look after each one us

knowing the facts children are scarred
in many worlds
to have the comforts of a home

seeing the image
a child does not forget
seeing the view and images
of their
parents shot dead in the line of duty
for they have no reason
to understand
crime took away

the hope and the loving of their
natural parents

they can erase
what they see and what is going on

Image of What we See

is the reflection of many
who cruse the evil way
of
hate destroy the life style
of humans
who do not deserve to be
shot and killed

for what purpose
to believe in their own way
of life to live by

children are the future yet

Image's that they see
a memory
that won't erase

Image of What we See

It is an image of a man.
Behind him, a shadow stretched long and thick—
like tar. Like shoulder blades. Like a feeling you could lay in.
The shadow is a well, a pit, a grave.
The shadow is a hole the artist forgot to fill.
The image is a sadness, dark and shoulder-width. 

The image is a child at the beach,
a toy plastic shovel in his hand.
The image is his brown cap with the strap and
the gold embossed letters “Lowry Park Zoo,”
the sand from the shovel flying forever
backwards without a glance—
tiny diamonds caught by the wind and small hands,
flowering downward into great mountains. 

The image is a child in a hole shoulder-width,
sand in a landslide behind him,
resting for only a moment before cascading back
into the shadow again. 

The image is a false progress.
The child is an old man, the beach a graveyard.
Watch the shovel. Watch the sand as diamonds as dirt as time.
Watch the wind. Watch the crooked hands.
Watch it trickle down again, again. The child is an old man. 
The sand is a hole. The shadow is a sadness.
Do they lay in it?

The image is a regression.
In off-pitch impressions I wonder the comforts of the grave—
satin in the coffin. The feeling when there is none.
Do they lay in it?

The image is a man. 
The image is a shoulder-width sadness. 
The image is a boy and an old man laying in the same shadow. 
The image is a hole I forgot to fill.

Image
Image
Image
That's all you care about
You care I'm I'm too fat
Too skinny
Too this
Too that
You don't love me for me
Even though you're supposed to
You're my mother after all
Image
Image
Image
You want me to look your way
My hair
My nails
My style
My whole being
The way you want it
When I rebel
Be myself
You say you love me
Just the way I am
But it's a lie
I can see it
It's in your eyes
You wanted the stylish girly girl
Not the haphazard tomboy you got
I can see it in your eyes
When I ask you how I look
When you see me shopping
You only care about my image
Not the person under it
I'm not what I wear
I'm not how I look
You should love me for me
Not for how I look
Image
Image
Image
That's all you ever cared about

Are you insecure of your own symbolic image, too insecure to the point that you undermine my image that you imagine?

When in fact, you will never weaken or reduce my image, because my image is far from your understanding. My image folds and bends into twisted planes beyond reality. My image is not your image.

Fool, you remain a disguise between the odds. You do not know me, in fact, no one in this room knows or will know me.. well perhaps one will. But the very blunt eyes you have, dispose malicious words that attempt to agitate me, only weakening you more.

I stand afar from your plane, I stand watching you torment me, in peace, in peace I am, to remain; not disturbed. I have seen things beyond your capabilities. I have seen odd realities, that even I could not explain! I’ve seen twisted times, of never-discovered realms. I could not explain how I feel or what I see, no one can. It is the line between a genius and insanity. It is living on a isolated floating island that is left in solitude. It is only the fear of myself that dominates me. It is the fear of living, of living alone. Alone, no one capable of understanding you. Only to find that one person who seems to “get you”.

I do not claim myself. I only attempt to merely summarize my words, words not enough to portray the image. The image that you, my friend, cannot see.