Bod.
Mine is wrong.
The way it curves,
bulges out,
even the color.
Oh that color,
the nightmares of bullies,
all they said concerning it.
My chocolate brown skin.
But you're vanilla,
you're soft,
you're normal.
The fabric against your skin,
how it shows the flatness of your stomach,
the shape of your legs,
But it is normal and
your flaws are accepted.
Your arms,
so bony and reaching out,
grasping thin air.
Your long fingers
extend from your hands,
they pull me close
to your heart.
The beating,
it keeps mine beating.
I love yours, I hate mine.
But you are kind
and because of you,
maybe i will start.
Start loving myself,
by loving my bod.
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