"this body"

I should love this body-

after all,

she is the sun and the moon

and the trees and the rivers,

she is a blank canvas

that has been marked

by wisdom and experience

yet somehow,

I can barely stand

to look at her in the mirror,

I cannot conceptualize

the beauty

and I don’t know what she looks like

because I block out

what my eyes don’t

want to see.

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