Love handles
The mirror distorts my image
Widens out areas I wish were more slim
Slims out areas I wish were more “thick.”
I grab onto my love handles.
I’m always finding tips to get rid of these.
Follow this,do this,get rid of it now.
But when I look at the mirror,
I see everything I am
Not everyone I wish
I could be.
And I start to notice the small things.
I have dimples,
Freckles in my eyes.
I have a funny laugh,
I like to dance in my underwear.
I love to eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.
I cry in Disney movies
And do my best to take care of others.
Instead of pointing out the bad
I want to love the good.
I want to love
My love handles.
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