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Poem 25 2024


For the longest time, I believed

That I was supposed to hate myself

And that self-love was unreasonably self-centered

As I grow older

I see beauty where I once saw ugliness, when I look in the mirror, or down at my thighs and tummy

I see that I am good

I am a flower that will bloom for many years to come

Not everyone gets to grow old

I am not wilting

I want to be the feeling of joy that I am filled with when I’m with you

My happiness and love radiating from within my heart and soul

Beaming from my face as I smile and giggle and jump and wrap my arms around you

Once again like a child

In some small way

That is beauty

That is my loveliness

May I live a long life

May I live it well

On my own terms

Writing my own story

In pastel rainbow inks


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