To look upon yourself with kindness
When adoration of another takes root in your heart
Seems an impossibility.
Incessantly picking yourself apart
And comparing yourself to those before you
Is seemingly an unavoidable fate.
The consequences of allowing yourself to fall.
The bed you must lie in.
Her hair is light,
Mine is too dark.
His body is hard planes,
My stomach is soft and round.
Their eyes are green like moss,
And mine are brown like dirt.
In life I have found that these feelings,
This injustice to ourselves,
It is something that will always creep in when we build relationships.
Something that will always creep in regardless.
It is humanity.
Breathe deep.
Close your eyes.
Feel the way hair brushes your skin,
Grass tickles the soles of your feet.
Feel your lungs expand with oxygen,
Your heart pump blood to your limbs.
If you cannot find a way to be kind to yourself,
Rejoice in this,
In being human,
In life.