Skinny
Dear irrational insecurities,
Only a parasite that thrives, a ghost
Unbelieving of complements and praise
ashamed of proportions due to the host
That haunts in lonely thoughts throughout the days.
Self love and reassurance is the cure
coffee, warm, inviting, no bitterness
I may feel ugly but remain kind; heart pure
I won’t let you control my happiness.
Muscular is not obese, Faded scars
I found myself you have no voice
My freckles still shine like the stars
Self love, free of care I’ve made my choice.
glowing, bright Light and new, soft, fallen Snow.
I love me,These seeds will grow how i sow.
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