No one ever teaches you to love yourself as you are.
Nip and tuck, exercise more, lose that muffin top, ‘and
double chin.
But child, don’t you dear love yourself.
What are you crazy?
Who does that?
Live your life constantly altering yourself
or seeking to do so for you will never be enough.
Look at the magazines they are right
you are too fat, too black, apple shape,
who could love that so why do you?
Blaring and screaming those are the cries of my body. Never
allowed to be happy or content to take a look in the mirror and love myself
that feeling is like that of Halley's Comet, a rear sight. It should be precious
for it is so rear, so crazy and unheard of.
When I see a child playing in the rain
clothes drenched and soaked
hair a hot mess,
face snotty and scared by fun
my thoughts….
FREE
Free from the opinions of man
Free from the embracement of being “grown”
Free from the media silhouette of beauty
FREE how does that word sound coming from your mouth…
Good Morning…. This is Gwen and she loves herself hot mess
and all…
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