Worthy
My collar bones are buried beneath my skin
My stretch marks are scars scratched across my body.
My jean size will never read "2"
Oh but I am worthy.
Of love.
Of light.
Of laughter and good books and good friends.
Of the joys in this life that touch everything.
And when the enemy attacks
I will forge a sword from these words and fight.
I am worthy. I am worthy. I am worthy.
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