Your body is a temple-

And I have burned mine to the ground too many times to count.

I have slashed it and scarred it and bruised it and marred it,

And tried to break the bones of this battered flesh home.


I don'tt know who to blame-

For teaching me that because I wasn't

Skinny/Pretty/Tall/Perfect enough for them.

I wasn't Skinny/Pretty/Tall/Perfect enough for me.


Because the days I spent-

Hating my body and hating myself,

I should have been-

Embracing myself and loving my body.


And I can't take it back-

Or remove the scars and forget the damage;

All I can do is learn-

And hope I can forgive myself.


Because I am so sorry I never loved myself like I needed me to.


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