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I may not have the most perfect physique, but as I sit here, having a beer and becoming aware of myself, I realize that it is all that I need. My neck, though it grows stiff on occasion, is the perfect slope for the face of a lover. My spine is long and narrow, but crunched into itself from years of compacting. I want to reach inside my skin and set it free. My shoulders are sloped, but sturdy, and carry the weight of a thousand worlds. One of my biceps is bigger than the other, but that's okay, its a natural phenomenon and when I flex my right arm it makes me feel strong, and powerful. Capable. I may not be thin enough for you to count each tiny, delicate rib, but I have a strong abdomen and can do many sit-ups or pull myself out from under you, sit up suddenly to kiss you, and anchor myself to the earth, yes - My hips aren't as narrow as I'd like them to be, but my quadriceps are strong and sinuous My reflexes, feline and my calves pure muscle, I know because ever since I turned thirteen, I have been staring at them after soccer practice in my cleats and shinguards at the pool as the water drips off my legs and catches in the hairs I've worked so hard to groom in the morning as I stretch and caress their skin- My feet wiggle their toes into the moist, warm earth and keep me firm and my eyes pry into you, always seeking for things unknown
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
Physical Acceptance
I may not have the most perfect physique, but as I sit here, having a beer and becoming aware of myself, I realize that it is all that I need. My neck, though it grows stiff on occasion, is the perfect slope for the face of a lover. My spine is long and narrow, but crunched into itself from years of compacting. I want to reach inside my skin and set it free. My shoulders are sloped, but sturdy, and carry the weight of a thousand worlds. One of my biceps is bigger than the other, but that's okay, its a natural phenomenon and when I flex my right arm it makes me feel strong, and powerful. Capable. I may not be thin enough for you to count each tiny, delicate rib, but I have a strong abdomen and can do many sit-ups or pull myself out from under you, sit up suddenly to kiss you, and anchor myself to the earth, yes - My hips aren't as narrow as I'd like them to be, but my quadriceps are strong and sinuous My reflexes, feline and my calves pure muscle, I know because ever since I turned thirteen, I have been staring at them after soccer practice in my cleats and shinguards at the pool as the water drips off my legs and catches in the hairs I've worked so hard to groom in the morning as I stretch and caress their skin- My feet wiggle their toes into the moist, warm earth and keep me firm and my eyes pry into you, always seeking for things unknown
Number 53. Radical self-acceptance.
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
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