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Italian Boy

Ever felt like forever?
The time it always takes,
For a dream to reach your abode,
Taking all the world's breaks.

My mind trained itself.
The body it was born with,
The body- a little different.
The body it never accepted.
For, she, her and that woman,
Had a body my mind worshipped.
While my body in all its perfect,
Laid there, always unaccepted.

And then one day,
As I scrolled through the 'gram...
The impeccable moment of my life,
I found this little something.
This little something I wanted,
Not for me, but on my body,
That I quickly updated,
To be my new dream.

I saw the mirror, saw myself.
My mind instantly came back to its old self.
"You ordered something, you stupid girl.
Have you seen your body, not perfect IRL!"
But my heart told me otherwise.
The dress it saw was so damn nice.
Maybe I will be the only one to see it.
But at least I will love myself in it.

The doorbell rang, finally!
I signed, took it and ran.
Wore it and oh my god!
No, this didn't sit with any of my pre-plan.

A body fit, a pastel purple.
Hugging my body like an Italian boy.
Man, my body is a fucking temple,
One for the eyes to enjoy!
The curves went round and about,
The perfect proportion of right.
The thighs that were too big.
Just vanished, out of sight.

Who was she in the same mirror,
I used to frown, now I'm simping.
God, the confidence inside me,
Finally out here jumping.
My body was basically the idea,
My mind created of me.
'Cause, never would I accept it,
Not in this century!
It's all about the perfect dress,
For your perfect body to show itself.
If not a perfect dress, I suggest,
Find an Italian boy for yourself.

- Disha. 7 June, 2022 (On request by Vasu upon an order description I gave her for a top that I got. <3)