my body is not
a monster.
my body is not
to be hidden under beds
or behind closet doors,
my body is not
something society
should be afraid of.
my body is its own
planet.
it has rolling hills
and dimpled craters,
arching mountains
and darkened caverns.
my body has its own
sky;
glittering in my gaze
is its version of a starry night.
learn how to love me right,
and you can scoop entire
oceans out of me.
love me wrong,
and my sky becomes
a thunderstorm.
i am my own
home.
i know no terrain
better than my skin,
can climb no mountain
better than the rise and fall
of my torso.
there is no greater
celestial being,
no stronger goddess,
than a woman who knows
her own worth,
who finds herself
to be ethereal.
perhaps that is why
you have tried so hard
to shut us away.
-c.h.
~
one of my favorite pieces i've written about self-love! hope you enjoy!
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