There is no reason to hate my body
It keeps me alive
Sometimes against my will
The one thing that never gives up on me
It encases me with love, even when I call it disgusting
My relationship with my body is toxic love
I hate it, but only love it when someone else does
There is no reason for me to hate this body of mine
It's a mess
But it's mine
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Bandaids
PoetryThe art of distraction keeps me going. Here is a collection of poetry. Enjoy.
