(saying no to body shaming)

“Jump”, she whispered. And so he did.
Liberated, exhilarated, Freed.
Oh how wonderful it felt.
The wind hard against his thighs,
the thighs that held stories,
stories of taunts, and ridicule.
He flailed his hands back and forth,
as if weightless, finally feeling light,
both physically and mentally.
The ground approached fast,
but he dared not look,
for what lay ahead plagued his mind.
Instead, he pondered.
He pondered over how a person
could be demeaned to something worthless,
worthless as an object.
He pondered over where along the journey
the brilliance of his mind
began to be recognized by his appearance.
He pondered over how ruthless the world was
only to recognize soulful excellence
by what lay in the exterior.
He pondered over how his extra inches
in any way determined
how much he could succeed in life.
He pondered and pondered, but in vain,
accepting that no right answer stood.
The ground fast approached.
Almost near enough to touch.
The force that it would exert as he’d land
made him wince.
But, the parachute worked its magic,
and landed him safely to the ground.
Feeling solid mass underneath his feet,
he took tentative steps,
realizing what the world needed:
his weight upon it.
For if it could not stand the burden,
the parachute would have failed to work.

Published by Lamiah Nasir