i am delicate and i am alive
im uneasy and im one of a kind
how dare i allow just anyone into my soul?
am i wrong for not feeling as though you or him arent worthy of me?
am i wrong to be so in love with myself
to respect myself enough to allow every hair on my body grow
and not get embarrassed when my voice cracks a little when i speak about something with passion?
am i wrong to not find a flaw when i admire myself in the mirror
am i wrong to rub the tips of my fingers along my stretch marks and self harm scars with awe?
we are told to love ourselves but to a certain extent
and i say this with love behind every word
**** what you told me i love me before i love what i am suppose to or what i am told to