but really… they were just me
my chin.
i used to hate it.
now i see it makes my face distinct. memorable. mine.
my body softness.
i thought it meant i wasn’t “tight enough”
but it actually shows i am alive, soft, and comfortable in my skin
my skin discoloration.
i thought it was something to hide
but my skin is working, protecting, and healing me every day
my smile.
not perfect. not straight from every angle
but it holds personality, warmth, and truth
the way i talk.
i get nervous. i go off track
but it shows i am aware, thoughtful, and trying to be understood
my neck tattoo.
i outgrew parts of it
but it reminds me i’ve always been bold enough to choose myself
my body when it sweats.
i used to feel embarrassed
but it just means my body is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do
not fitting into systems.
like standardized tests
maybe it’s not that i’m bad—
maybe i’m just built differently. creatively. intuitively.
my detachment.
i thought it made me cold
but it shows i am learning peace, boundaries, and self-protection
i thought these were flaws.
they were just parts of me
waiting to be understood.
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