The sunshine feels delightful
Upon my pale skin.

I feel the energy race through me
Like when I used to run with
My father as a kid.

I'm happy now.
I'm better now.
I'm me now.

I used to hate my reflection
But now I adore the way
My pale skin seems to grow
Freckles.
Or the way my eyes are
Asymmetrical and the color of dirt.
The way my hair has a mind of it's own.
That still bothers me
But I've grown to find it humorous.

I've grown to love my flaws
And I don't know if this is what self love is
But it's beautiful.

I'm beautiful.