bodylove
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I first learned what it was like to be a woman
When I was 10
And the men who were supposed to be my mentors
My teachers
My figures
My preacher
I am enough
But sometimes I don’t realize that
My imperfections define who I am
And often I may think that
My body isn’t perfect
I.
Today I ran a 5K
This body
my body
ran 3 miles
despite years of me feeling inadequate because of it.
Show me what you're made of, all bark and no bite
The only things he said to me when I got angry or upset
As if the five feet of me could not possibly be built from anything solid
But I am made from fire and stone
So, you want to know about me, who I am.
You want to know the girl I see when I look in the mirror,
The girl who no one knows except for me.
After the mask is shed at each day's closure,
I walk the halls, invisible.
I call my friends; no one is home.
I ask my mom, "I'm busy, dear."
Is there ever anybody really there?
I look at my reflection,
not liking what I see...
My bones are fine china, delicate and breakable.
But my will is a diamond, passionate and brilliant.
My skin is worn, scarred and used.
But my body is a flower, bright and alive.
I am rejoicing todayBecause even though There is famine in South SudanAnd my country is betraying its constitution Today is the day I celebrate victory on the home stretch
In elementary school, we read a story called The BFG, or big friendly giant. It was a story about the only kind giant to exist. If you asked any of my old classmates about the story, most would probably not remember.
