Sugar Plus Sheets (Raw Edition)

Beautiful

Today I feel beautiful.
My skin is clear, my breasts look full.

The harsh sun is softly pecking my cheeks,
I love myself, have been waiting to say this since weeks.

Nope. My body didn't change that much. Yes, I wanna be heathy and fit.

Nope. My all breakouts didn't go away yet. But my soul feels lit.

Today, I feel beautiful.

I still have chubby tummy, which I used to hide from my Ammi.

Wondering her love will fade, assuming she too, will throw some shade.

I still have stretch marks; they don't fade away, they are growing.
They call them 'scars', I whisper 'scars that show that I am glowing.'

I might still look ugly. But I do feel fab.

I feel confident, when I smile, I light at least my world bright.
If nobody else' but it's my own mind that I enlight. 

My mental health seems to be on a rollercoaster I believe;
rises to self love, dives in self hate, maybe this is life, I see.

I ask myself, if I am doing it right? Is this really my jam?
Even the ocean is superficially unstable, but deep down its calm.

Just like the waves and a boat away from it's rail, I too will learn.
Adjusting my sail, even if it's in vain, experience is what I will earn.

And I guess this is the thrilling life they all talk about.
You don't crawl. You attempt to fly, face rise and fall; this is what counts.