My body is perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
My head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
My eyes, my ears, my mouth, my nose
Are all fully functional, fully beautiful.
Sure, not everyone will look at me and love
everything they see.
I am not blonde,
I am not flat,
My nose is big,
My legs are fat,
My tummy's too chubby,
My skin is too white.
I have cellulite.
But these “flaws” are okay; I'm only human, right?
Well, these chunky legs let me walk upright,
Let me walk right down the street with a smile stretched across my cheeks.
These crooked teeth, they let me eat french fries and gummy bears and oranges and chocolate.
Look at this – Look at ME!
I can dance.
I can do a cartwheel.
I walk extremely well in heels.
And at the end of the day when those heels have blistered my feet,
My eyes
Will not cry because this body feels no pain.
Even when they leave me stained black and blue
My brain lifts me up and carries me through.
But my heart,
I can feel it in this heart, my favorite body part that feels sorrow, joy, love, and hate
And I love to listen to the constant beat,
The steady flow of blood through my veins
Giving color to the stains on my pearly
white skin,
Giving life to all my parts within
And all my parts without.
Pumping
Pumping
Pumping to every beautiful, functioning cell in my beautiful, functioning body.
So even though I may not look like much to you,
I dare you to tell me this body isn't perfect.