I am a Goddess.

You taught me that my curves were something to be celebrated

That my flaws are what made me real

Whereas before, I'd look at my self and become frustrated

I am a Goddess.

In sweatpants, jewelry, or nothing at all you think I'm stunning

But more importantly, so do I

So why for 7 years, from myself, have I been running?

Maybe I was running to you, maybe I was running to myself, maybe I was just running

Whyever I was running, I was glad I ended up in your arms