i look down at my body and realize i am not the plain i make myself out to be. i see my hipbones, ribs, toes, collarbones, kneecaps. bumps and dips. so much variety. i am such a diverse being, with mountains and canyons upon my skin. you are just a boy. you are irrelevant compared to the earth that is me. i have galaxies inside me, worlds waiting to be opened, and here i am with stained cheeks because a boy doesn't consider me enough. i am enough. someday i'll find a boy with crevices and flaws just like me, and otherwordly beings inside, and we will join like clasped hands.