I undoubtly love myself in one way or another
Although I never express my appreciation
For the way my ears sit on my head
or the way i hold myself,
but i will always be proud
of the color of my matted hair
and the curves of my thighs,
i will never say out loud
How i adore the softness of my stomach
or the way my hipbones poke out of my jeans,
but sometimes its okay to love yourself
Even just for a moment.
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Poetry
PoesíaA collection of my thoughts. Maybe you can read them and feel as if they are yours too, or maybe you'll read them and think what the fuck. Either or, enjoy.
