The MVB prompt, “Tags,” made me think of how the eating disorder made me obsessed with the size of my clothes — the smaller the better. It didn’t matter that some brands have different ways of sizing; if I didn’t fit into size X pants, then that was unacceptable.
This poem is also for FOWC: Falling and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix, which is about antithesis (using opposites) this week. Linked with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU.
Putting worth in the tags of clothes,
Thinking a letter or number knows —
Such a rough road, no smooth sailing,
Always thinking the wearer is failing
Therefore worn down, to despair falling.
Thankfully, a new way’s always calling:
No longer to sit so sad in shadows,
But to stand against what Life would oppose.
Lots of wonderful wisdom here … tags have a way of tripping us up. Sounds like you got beyond the darkness. Cheers!!
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We can lift each other up, especially when we can look past the ‘cover’ –
Clothes are just a small voice in what should be recognized as a persons worth.
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Those tags are the bane of my existence. No two garment manufacturers size alike. It’s maddening.
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yeah, what bev said, especially when it comes to shoes, its driving me nuts, tags are liars, throw them in the trash where they belong=)
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Sounds like those tags were powerful symbols! I’m glad they have lost their power over you, and you are now seeing so clear.
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Tags (and stereotypes) can be wrong! You have to stand up for what’s right.
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This is so saddening, but also I am hopeful and glad you’re overcoming it. I think of why it is always “if the shoes fits, wear it” and never “if the shoes doesn’t fit, your feet are flawed and maybe you should run more”.
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When the world is seen through troubled eyes, then icons, symbols, tags become the signposts. Well some garments may say “one size fits all;” we have to embrace our uniqueness.
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