be conceited

love yourself
love every single aspect of yourself
your thunder thighs, your braces
your back fat, the way your jaw clicks whenever you eat
something crunchy
your allergies, your stumpy fingers
the hair on your arms, and the way that you always click your
pen even when people ask you to stop
love yourself
love yourself until the day you die
and if anyone ever calls you conceited
you tell them

                                                    **** yes i am
                                                             why arent you?