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Yes, you don’t understand how it feels To pinch every overlapping of fat on you with disdain. To want to be something that you’re not And you especially don’t understand how I progressively learned to love those parts. Over time I got to learn just how special I was how my stretch marks were simply branches that flew across the canvas of my body. How my skin was dark because the sun had loved me more so it decided to bless me with its eternal rays of warmth. My eyes were the prettiest browns, the ones like coffee that energize you to no end. My hair was as dark as the night sky so beautiful and mysterious and my personality a combination of everyone I was in my past lives I had decided my cheeks were large because I was simply meant to smile more and my heart was powerful because I was meant to fight with it. The unexplained dots and zits were just constellations in the cosmos that was my face after all aren’t we all made of star stuff. Carbon, iron, nitrogen I am a bottle of planets and galaxies that roam throughout me. The very fiber and being of life. I am a marvelous creation of god It’s funny how because I had changed the poem from one of love for another to love of myself it had gone to being a fantastic work of literature to an arrogant and conceited speech But I find it funny when we are asked what we love we can think of a thousand other things but ourselves
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