OH DEAR DONG’s VESSEL

i was told i was fat
i was told i was ugly
i was told i needed a boob job

who is society
to put me at war
with myself? 

who gave people
the right to make me feel bad
about the way i look?

these were the questions
i wish i had asked myself
before putting my mind and body

through insane torture
hiding layers of fat
hiding layers of hurt

now i am writing a love letter to my body
an ode to each and every part i hated
mistreated and kept hungry for days

Dear Skin,
Dear Eyelids,
Dear Stretch Marks,
Dear Tummy,
Dear Freckles,
Dear Calves,

Dear Dong,
Oh Dear Dong,
Dong.

you were hungry from love and care
every bits of Dong
and now i want to shower you with love

celebrate and sing
every piece
of colourful Dong

i will keep feeding you 
bit by bit
bite by bite

with love acceptance
compassionate hugs
and dances

i have crossed 
oceans of time
to find you 

as you are
thank you Dong
yummy 😋