Do you think Aphrodite ever felt less than?
Do you think she looked at herself and questioned what she would look like
With hip bones—
Maybe she ran her fingers across her chest at night
Pressing deeply against her collarbones to make sure they’re still there
Sometimes I wonder if I’d feel better if I was a goddess
But I know that even Aphrodite herself would tell me I already am one—
Maybe that’s why she’s the goddess of love
Beauty isn’t enough if you can’t find room for yourself in your heart
I’m still trying to remember that