Body Gratitude

I look in the mirror and I like what I see.

 

Curves.

Muscle.

A smile.

Scars.

A rib cage,

with a beating heart beneath it.

A head,

with a beautifully complicated brain inside of it.

 

We’ve been through a lot, my body and I.

It hasn’t always been this way – this mutual love between us.

I used to hate my body.

 

It was me,

Against my body,

Against the world.

 

But now?

 

It’s me,

And my body,

Against the world.

 

I am grateful that my body still loves me,

That after all the hate I’ve spewed at it,

She still wants to be on my team.

 

My body has taught me this:

 

There is always grace.

She has shown me grace,

And now I show her grace,

And together,

We show grace to the world.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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