New Skin
I like to think that our biggest insecurities are the ones that our bodies accept,
And when our bodies heal it is a sign to move on.
When I was younger watching all of my classmates with their straight hair falling over their shoulders.
Their light skin always made me feel different.
I would listen to the jokes the boys made about me.
My mother always told me being different was a good thing.
I never felt like a good thing.
Growing up I told myself if I did not love my body, I would never allow anyone else to.
I put my straightener away.
I let down my lions mane and I listen to it roar at the wandering eyes.
I started to love my legs- There are so many places they are ready to take me.
I fall in love with my skin more every day. They say artists are always looking for a new color to paint.
I listen to the words coming off of my mothers tongue in her native language as if it is a love story only she can tell.
Every day I walk closer to the person I am becoming by letting go of my insecurities.
I have learned how to apologize to my body for running away
And I have learned how to tear down my walls.
Freedom from fear comes when you accept how powerful you are.
Being different is a good thing.
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