The marks on my skin don't define me
They don't make me who I am
They're just on my skin
They're not significant
They're irrelevant
It's just there
My body is beautiful
The way it is
The way I have rolls when I sit down
How my legs take up the whole seat
My arms aren't twigs
I'm not flawless
I'm not perfect
I'm who I am
And I love myself
I'm who I need to be
I'm me, I'm the best person I can be.
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My Poetry Book
שיריםEveryone writes about rainbows and happy endings but I write about reality
