learning to love
the rolls of my stomach
the silvery marks
that cover my body like tattoos
the way my face is hidden by
thousands of freckles
is harder than I thought
it's harder than i thought
to see the beauty in the soft
curves of my body
that do not match the sharp
pristine edges of the models
on my instagram feed
i keep telling myself that
when i look like them i'll
be happy and i'll be pretty
why am i not pretty now?
why is pretty all i want to be?
why can i not appreciate the beauty
in the way my body moves and the
way my body is so unapologetically
mine
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girl unraveled
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