We all have things about ourselves we dont like
Each and every person is their own worst enemy.

Seems ironic that where I type should be called the "body"
When all there is to it, im not happy with my body.

I could never stand to look at myself in the mirror,
I am not overweight, more ideal for my height but nearing underweight
I dont have my face covered in boils and acne, though my back is acne ridden, not that I care
I am very very tall, I hated it
I think most of all I hated that certain area of my body...
How could anyone take to it..?

The day you saw my body you told me you loved it
My height was perfect and that it was right height to be able to cuddle into my chest
You told me I had a nice body and abdomen, I started to love myself.

One day you saw me in nothing, and at the moment I thought youd no longer love me the same you told me I was ****
So why is it I still cant love me, why is it that even now that area is the one place Im not perfect...
Do I dare even type it..?
...I have no obligation or need to but suddenly I wasnt perfect

My perfect imperfection

Suddenly you thought differently, viewed me in your head different and It just wasnt the same

I never loved myself, you helped me to love me but despite my best efforts I could never help you to love your body...
Now I struggle to love mine...and find sorrow in you not loving yours...

We are perfect as we are...If only we believed those words...