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Feb 2018
there is something sacred
about the way i touch my face
or my arms
or my stomach
or my thighs
or any part of myself
that has at some point
felt foreign
and i want to live in the fearlessness
of learning to accept the gentleness
of my touch
because there is beauty
and holiness
in knowing that iā€™m enough
meekah
Written by
meekah  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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     TJ Shadows
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