I have to remind myself how to love the skin that crawls from me ,
How these scars are a sign of beauty ,
That the numbers on the scale don't prevail ,
Arms like matchsticks ,
Legs like bricks ,
How can I love a body like this ,
To love me ,
is to be forced to accept my flaws others cannot see ,
I look in the mirror and wonder when I'll see,
Myself as someone worthy of the word beauty,
I tell myself that beauty isn't skin deep ,
Try to remind myself how to love someone that you have to keep ,
I am stuck with me for the rest of my life ,
I have to remind myself how to love my own face ,
Tell myself I'm someday gonna find my place ,
I look at the twisted bits of red inflamed acne skin ,
Ask myself how to begin ,
I run my hands down my sides and pretend I am my own lover ,
I tell myself I will no longer put myself under another ,
I hold onto myself and remind me there's no one else here for me but me ,
I tell myself to finally look and see ,
To finally tell me about my own beauty ,
I try to look inside my heart ,
I've realized to love someone else is easy but to love yourself is the hardest part ,
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