It can be so easy to stand in the mirror and pick apart every inch of your being
And it can be so damn difficult to stand in the mirror and love exactly what you are looking at
Who taught us it was normal to hate more parts of us than we love?
Who taught us to apologize for the things we cannot control?
Shit, who taught us to apologize for the things we CAN control?
Maybe I like the extra weight I carry in my legs, don’t you know where they’ve taken me?
Maybe I love the size of my hips because it gives me the perfect excuse to never wear a pair of jeans again
Maybe my crooked smile is one of my favorite features because It looks just like my mamas
Maybe I love all these things
Or maybe I don’t
But it’s none of your fucking business
My hands? They’ve allowed me to write love letters to my favorite people
My legs? They’ve allowed me to explore all over this beautiful earth
My stomach? It’s allowed me to discover my favorite foods and eat them freely
My feet? They take me to destinations that are now my favorite places
My arms? They allow me to snuggle every cute dog I meet
Learning to love yourself is hard enough without the opinions of others
So if your name isn’t *INSERT YOUR NAME HERE* keep your thoughts to your fucking self