A short poem by me…about a conversation with myself.

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You took that picture because you liked yourself. You took that picture because you felt thin.

Why the urge, now then, to edit your skin?

You do it for yourself? No.

What changed your mind?

Because you’re afraid people are not going to be kind?

Are people going to be offended by a pimple on your cheek or a double chin?

All skins have texture, that’s how we are made.

Why have you let their thoughts invade?

Why should a stranger have input on your body,

Just because you’re a little spotty?

Let their judgements fly and give them no space to land.

Let my words be clear to understand:

I say be gentle with yourself.

It is better for your mental health.

Calm all your anxieties,

No one cares about your impurities.

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