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Myself

by @emma-tomat

My body is fine It is not fine wine It is not damn fine but its fine "My body" is a foreign phrase Because it is there Its not here Its just there its fine But sometimes my body does not feel like mine It doesn't feel like yours or hers or his But it feels unlike mine It feels fine in a way of Its just, there yet not there Sometimes it wants to change But I do not want to change I want to like what's already there The fine I've had to grow use to Adapt to The fine of old and new The fine I tell myself to learn to like The fine that stops me from asking too much The fine that wont let me bother The it's fine The you're fine The you're perfect the way you way But I sit here curled up and I realize Maybe Maybe its not fine
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Written by
emma-tomat
American
Published
Feb 24, 2015
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2m
Tags
#my#body#personal#confession
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