My Wobbly Bits.

My wobbly bits used to make me insecure,

Some nights I would cry in the corner of the floor.

My wobbly bits stopped me from eating,

Sometimes they were even the cause of my bleeding.

My wobbly bits I thought weren't normal,

I thought they made me seem disgusting, informal.

My wobbly bits made me think I was odd,

I never appreciated that they were made by God.

My wobbly bits, I thought, weren't like other girls,

I thought they were all skinny, I couldn't see their curves.

My wobbly bits in my eyes made me fat,

But now I can see that this isn't a fact.

My wobbly bits I now see aren't to blame,

They don't make me embarrassed, I don't feel ashamed.

My wobbly bits show that I'm alive,

I'm not skin and bones, my curves make me thrive.

My wobbly bits, so I am told,

Are better for men, it gives them something to hold.

My wobbly bits aren't something to hate,

They're something I'm born with, some call it fate.

My wobbly bits make me human, I see,

And now I accept them, I feel much more free.

My wobbly bits make me who I am,

And if you can't handle them, I'll find someone who can!