Bodypositvity

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I am my scars They paint my body, and my heart A story for the reader If they can see it   The one on my wrist from petting a cat Visiting a shelter, holding death I went despite my allergies
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky. My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
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