Self Love
Each morning, choosing to fight or flight looking in the mirror.
Stepping on the scale.
Life had revolved around calories, instead of joy.
People began to stare as the noticed your body withering away from what you once were.
They told you once you were too fat and now you're too skinny.
Living for them, will never bring the satisfication you so ever crave.
Live for you, self love.
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