My Body, I Love

I love my hair. Sometimes, it falls in the perfect way and makes me smile. The color can be a vibrant blond or an even, soothing brown. It's a chameleon. I love my eyes. They're expressive and give away my every emotion. I love my nose and the way it turns up slightly at the end. I love my lips and the way they curl into a smile when I'm truly happy. I love my teeth and the fact that they're perfectly straight without dental work.

I love my shoulders and the way that you can see my clavicle which gives them an interesting shape. I love my arms and how, when I'm all alone and needing love, they hug my body and remind me that even if it feels like no one loves me, I love me.

I love my chest and the way that it rises and falls, keeping time to my life. I love my stomach, especially my bellybutton. If anyone were to have an attractive bellybutton, I would have one.

I love my back. I love that when the world is crushing, and I feel like I can't carry any more weight, it takes the brunt of it and allows my mind to relax just a little bit. I love my bottom, a much needed cushion for my life.

I love my thighs. I love the way that funny feeling I get when the muscles sways back and forth when I jiggle my legs. I love my knees, the way they allow me to run...either from things I fear or to my heart's desire. I love my calves and the fact that if I try really hard and I'm wearing the right shoes, it looks like my knee swallowed a grapefruit. I love my ankles and how they were instrumental in causing me to fall in love with dance. I love my feet, my base, the thing that let's me continue on. They are the things that keep me going when everything is pulling me back.

I love my body.
I love my body.
I love my body.

I hate my body's perfections.