Taking full advantage
of the warm summer beams.
Doing serious damage
to a tub of ice-cream.
A cool gentle breeze
shakes pink blossoms loose.
Relief in thirty degrees
and the suns blazing abuse.
It’s evidently clear to say
my body’s no real temple
So my shirt stays on today
avoiding those who might be judgemental
Why ruin this beautiful afternoon
with pointless body shame?
Acting the quintessential buffoon
my self-esteem to blame.
Is there really anything to fear
as I’m hidden in my garden.
With petals falling, sky blue and clear,
I shouldn’t let myself be disheartened.
I know I‘m nothing but a fool
for indulging these thoughts.
My mind can be quite cruel
as it mercilessly mocks.
If I were to put my focus on exercise
and get back into really great shape.
Would my self worth be re-energised?
Or would I find something else to berate.
While fuchsia flakes dance
in the soft summer wind.
I find myself in a trance
daydreaming I was thin.
I fear the more I ruminate
I’m becoming more obsessed.
Then suddenly my mind snaps straight
as the ice-cream tumbles to my chest.
For all that repressed modesty
my only prize is a stain
Now to take my shirt off cautiously
being self conscious is a pain!