When I look in the mirror
I mentally pick out every fault that I have
Every flaw on my skin
Every hair out of place
Every place where I don’t look like a skinny supermodel

It’s safe to say
That I’m not
At home
In my skin

I walk around
Feeling large and ugly
Saying to myself
‘How could anyone love me?’

I compare myself
To everyone I meet
Thinking
that they
Must be
So confident
In their skin

But then I remember
This body I criticize
Helps me walk
Helps me run
Helps me sing

So I guess I’m content
With this body I have
Cause it takes me where I need to be
And helps bring me home