It's weird to think I used to hate myself.
Look in the mirror, cringe and coil away from myself.
Ripping apart the person that is me.
Wishing away every little blemish and piece of skin.
I wasn't comfortable with me.
Now, not that much later, I enjoy myself.
I take in my structure and love myself.
Fix my hair the way I enjoy it.
I don't worry what others want me to be.
Today I just take care of myself.
I give my body the attention and care it needs.
I don't have to plead with my mind to let me be.
Don't get me wrong, I sometimes still struggle with me.
But, I'd like to toast to myself for being a human being.
Call it conceited, but if you really read me, you'd soon see
I'm trying to love myself now and work with the body given to me.
The only one I will receive.