I fell in love.
Not with a boy, but with the girl in the mirror. Instead of waiting for a boy to give her a chance, I gave her one. I gave her the love she's been craving for. I woke up and told her she was beautiful, I filled her belly with nutrients and brushed her hair. I looked at her stretch marks and imperfect body parts and I called it beauty. Because it was. I put away self depreciation and picked up the torch of upliftment, the torch she's been wanting someone to hold. And now? That someone is me.
YOU ARE READING
The poems I carved from my wounds
PoetrySomeone once told me life doesn't come at you it comes from you. You're the caption of your soul, the master of your fate. If that were true I'd have a phatty right now.
