Body

When I look at my body I see weird shapes
Stocky long limbs, curves where they shouldn’t be
I remember the pictures that others look good in
And me in the corner looking out of place

When I look at my body I see greatness
Power and endurance in a small big vessel
All the things we’ve survived together
And still we stand here, years later

When I look at my body I see insecure eyes
Judging through the mirror, imagining more
Dreaming of what could’ve been, ignoring now
Blind to what it has been and where it’s going

My body is more than my thoughts about it
It is my motor, strength, vehicle and feedback
My tool to bring love, compassion and fight
My house, home. My comfort and stress

My body is what I see. Imperfect and real
Tangible. Vulnerable to the elements. Here
This bag of bones and blood and flesh. These eyes
All of this is me, all of this is real. This is my body.