This you can’t see by looking at me.
Only I can see what’s wrong with me.
The feeling I get when I stand too long,
isn’t the only thing that’s wrong.
Blouses fall oddly, shoulders uneven,
I ask, “why me?” please give me a reason.
But things can’t be fixed by wishing away
all the bad thoughts that come my way.
Love every curve and love every scar,
for this is your body that’s gotten you this far.