admiration
it’s hard work
getting to a point where i like what i see
in the tiny screen of
my cell phone.
it’s getting hard
to find new angles
new ways to distort
my image.
at times i have a surge
of confidence
and i suddenly love
everything
about myself.
at times
i can’t find a single thing that i like.
if there is one thing i know
it is this:
no matter how shitty
i felt or looked in the past
there is nothing greater
than loving yourself enough
to pose for pictures
to revel in at later times
and admire yourself
when at your lowest points.
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