Love myself

“Someday I will love myself” I said,
Unhappy with curves, spots and thighs,
Only focused on them in the mirror.

Fingers touched bone, confusing skin with fat and not finding any beauty,
Never thinking of myself as perfectly imperfect.
Slowly realising that everyone has flaws,
Stop thinking of yourself as different.

Your skin is smooth and pale, decorated with the occasional birthmark,
Like wrapping paper it holds a precious gift.
Appreciate it, stare at your reflection for a while.
And when it all sinks in, smile.
After all these years you did it,
You love yourself.



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