Rita
To the girl
Who helped me love myself
When all I saw was
Failure.
When I looked at her, at first
All I saw was
Everything I wanted to be:
Her straight, shiny hair,
Petite frame,
Beautiful clothes.
Then I looked closer-
The way her face lit up in a
Smile, her shy gaze that
Barely held contact before she'd
Break away, her gentle and sweet demeanor.
This is to the girl who
Showed me that there's more to love to someone
Than a body, than skin and bone.
We are more than
Skinny vs. fat,
Fit vs. weak,
We are intricate
Twists and turns that take
More than just a
Passing glance to
Truly understand.