My Body is My Temple

My Body Is My Temple The size of my head is like a basketball after being bumped up from deflation. My dark-brown hair is the length of my index finger which by the way isn’t so long. The shape of my eyebrows varies depending on whether they’re cleaned up or messy. My sideburns are thick and apparent but not as thick as Elvis Presley’s. Though, my eyelashes are long….No one notices because they are hidden behind glasses. My dark-brown eyes are what either invites or denies someone the right to speak to me. The size of my nose is like a big stumpy surface that separates my right and left. The two tones of my small plump lips is the favorite part of my body minus my hips. I love the scar on my lip that was awarded to me after calling “the woman” by her 1st name. I love my beautiful, wide, delightful, cheesy smile that’s able to reach a mile. My coffee brown radiant complexion makes me feel good to be in the skin I’m in. The spec of hair that lies on my arms is what I despise, tried to get rid of it but just comes back. My hands, Oh My Hands!!! Oh how much I love their soft feel and warmth. My broad shoulders and strength in my arms are what makes me feel empowered. My stomach has increased in the size department but it’ll all be fixed in a matter of months. I love my calves and the overall shape of my define legs. I love my appearance with everything that it entails. I love my imperfections because it makes justifiably fit. Fit to be normal, comfortable, and unique. My body is my temple and no one can ever make me question or reconsider my worth. So to all of you that think differently, go screw yourselves because its’ obvious you’re a jerk.