My Body is Mine •• My Body is Beautiful
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We are curvy
with more handles than we know how to love
we are thighs without gaps
faces both maturity slim and little girl round
We have been wrestling with these bodies
treating them more like battle grounds than temples
more temporary homes than lighthouses
we have pinched, pulled, and tugged
allowed shattered mirrors and hate words to blind our perceptions
This is no way to reclaim our worthy
this is no way to tread in our purpose
so my darling, let’s make a pact,
right here and now
that we would love
these curves, thighs, and every handle
that we would tuck
grace filled declarations
into every part of these bodies
delicately claiming
confidently proclaiming,
THIS BODY IS MINE
This body is beautiful
This body is mine
This body is beautiful
Your body is yours
Your body is beautiful
We refuse to be shamed into covering these curves
as if they were disposable pieces
or x-marks for digging out unwanted treasures
to make someone else more comfortable
Our bodies were not made to make others feel comfortable
This body, is a temple
with sacred novels and Holy Scriptures etched into our bones
built to hold more passion than a human being can fathom
You were made for glory, the human epitome of a light
a spirit so vast, that it had to be contained behind flesh
to tone down the brilliance
This body is glitter
and yet, we wake up,
tell our bodies before they even
start breathing that they are wrong
that each day they have failed
at their chance of being something worth holding
These bodies have done us nothing but good
they have loved us through every skipped meal,
cried tears for every time we compared them to another,
wrapped their arms around us when everything else felt distant
These bodies are faithful
it’s time that we start returning the favor
Say it with me…
This body is mine
This body is beautiful .
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This sweet body is mine and the entirety of this body is beautiful
Your body is yours, your body is beautiful
... by: Arielle Estoria
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