My body is mine,
soft in some places, broken in others,
but still beautifully mine.
It is not perfect,
not the kind the world paints in magazines
or places beneath bright lights for approval.
But when I look at myself,
I see survival.
I see growth.
I see me.
My scars tell stories
my mouth could never fully explain.
The cracks in me are proof
that I have been hurt,
yet I am still standing.
I have curves that deserve love,
lines that deserve kindness,
and skin that deserves to be touched gently,
especially by me.
There will never be another body like mine,
never another soul that carries pain, beauty, strength,
and softness in the same way I do.
So I will not hate this body anymore.
I will hold it with patience.
I will speak to it with love.
I will thank it for carrying me
through every hard day I thought would break me.
My body is mine.
And despite everything,
I am learning to love every part of it.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
My body is mine,
soft in some places, broken in others,
but still beautifully mine.
It is not perfect,
not the kind the world paints in magazines
or places beneath bright lights for approval.
But when I look at myself,
I see survival.
I see growth.
I see me.
My scars tell stories
my mouth could never fully explain.
The cracks in me are proof
that I have been hurt,
yet I am still standing.
I have curves that deserve love,
lines that deserve kindness,
and skin that deserves to be touched gently,
especially by me.
There will never be another body like mine,
never another soul that carries pain, beauty, strength,
and softness in the same way I do.
So I will not hate this body anymore.
I will hold it with patience.
I will speak to it with love.
I will thank it for carrying me
through every hard day I thought would break me.
My body is mine.
And despite everything,
I am learning to love every part of it.
I might not be perfect but i am still me