August 22 2021
I don't need another body
Only I can truly love my body
With all her given imperfections
I call all of it a blessing
These moles are my constellations
In me there is beauty in the making
I'll never want another body
I dream to one day love all of this body
Scars, moles, blemishes and lines
When making me God had imperfect beauty in mind
And that's perfectly fine
-lesha
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Poezjastardust -the aftermath of a supernova star's explosion ☆stars are born, live, and die just like us☆ ☆little pieces of stardust from a star's life☆ ☆poems and songs☆ ~i hope you enjoy what this star has to offer~
