Call me Selfish
When I am curling my hair.
I brushed it.
I just love the way they bounce.
Call me Selfish
When I'm smiling at myself in the mirror.
Younger me is proud.
I just learn to love my shapes and curves.
Call me Selfish
When I load my plate.
Weight is just a number.
I just learn how to savor treats.
Call me Selfish
When I trace my scars, thinking about each one telling a story.
My skin tells a novel.
Call me Selfish
When
𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹.
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