Yikes, there's K.

It's been a while since I saw her sorry face,

I whisper little lies about invisible flaws

She's gained weight, look at her:

Bloated belly, sausage stems

but theres color in her cheeks

and laugh lines, softening her rigid features

I'm standing in a mirror.

A beautiful 3 pound brain,

who has never felt prouder of the skin she lives in.

Who am I to deny the divine needs of my body and mind?

But more importantly, 

who are you to tell me that there is anything wrong with this body of mine