I used to hate my nose
My wide forehead
And the dark marks in my eyes.
I used to hate that I have no butt
And the weird shape of my breasts.
My walk is distinct…from what I’ve heard…over
For years I’ve tried to hide.
But mostly silence.
I thought if I kinda blended into the background, it would be ok.
But as time passes
And the wisdom builds
My confidence grows.
I’ve learned that no one can and will love me until I decide to love myself.
So I made the decision.
To give less fucks and more love.
Because I deserve it.
So I stand here realizing that yes I am different.
I am me.
And I’m beautiful.
Flaws and all.
I’m not beautiful because of what people see.
My ideas, my thoughts, my words, my creativity, and my expression all make me more beautiful than any feature ever could.
So I stand here boldly
Flaws and all
Ready to be me.