Self-Love

From my eyes I can see

A lamp all jagged and scaled

Orange lit unshaven legs

Fat female thighs with bones beneath

There’s so much circulating

And people who want to tell me to love myself

Which I do

Though it isn’t yet seen as legitimate

Since I don’t prance around in small clothes

I am not ashamed, it is simply my choice

And there are days where I want to parade my skin

But those are few and un-lingering

Though do not claim I don’t love myself

It was a struggle indeed, but I have rebuilt myself

And my happiness

In spite of people like you