is this when we start loving ourselves?

when will the perfectly curated frames
of the most desirable parts of our lives
become true?
the emphasis of the adored versions of oneself
will continue our demise.
we strip back the layers of what is actually there,
only to find everything we’ve hated of others.
the projection of insecurity lay dormant,
until the antithesis of yourself appears at your nose.
forgive the body you inhabit
for you’ve robbed it of cognitive nutrition.

is this when we start loving others?

we must see others as we come.
understanding our differences and loving them just the same.
we must rip off the guise of status,
as it’s been blinding us since birth.
innately capturing every ounce of joy left in our bodies
while comparison crashes it’s deafening cymbals.
as we are all skin and bone. and bleed when cut.
we are all the same.
we will forgive others, for treating them as if they were any different from the same dust we came from.
for we’ve robbed them of peace.

is this when you start loving me?
and i to you?