My Body

This body

since birth

I've been told

To hate it.

 

"Your body,"

he told me,

"Is beautiful."

Does he lie?

 

This body

is the reason

To lie,

To cheat.

 

"Your body,"

she softly says,

"Is yours to

Decide."

 

My body,

I've learned,

is no longer

something to

Fear.

 

Through therapy

I've learned

the lies

I've been

told are simply

That.

 

One person's

insecurities

Should not

become my

own.

 

17 years

of fearing:

forever disgust,

forever no love,

forever despair,

forever a joke,

forever not me.

 

I have learned,

and still am,

to not fear

my body.

 

It's only

a body.

It is

My Body.

This poem is about: 
Me

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