Perfect is my body.
I've taken pills,
drunk liquid meals,
exercised,
jazzercised
and zumba'd
myself insane
Feeling revolting
like an ugly
duckling
desperate to
become a swan
Perception
was reality,
unattractiveness,
my truth
However...
I'm striving always
Growing always
Overcoming demons
Fighting my way back
and
accepting that
the size of my heart
is greater
than the circumference of my hips
Morals triumphs aesthetics
Light triumphs darkness
After years of
obsessing,
hating and hiding
I'm now
deciding
that
perfect is my body.
Self-love rules.
