What’s beautiful to me?
The curve in my thigh that makes me me
The way that you see me, isn’t what’s beautiful to me.
The stride and pride that’s in my own walk. The proudness of the natural arch in my back, the flatness of my foot, the melanin in my skin, the browness of my hair, the beat of my heart. That’s whats beautiful to me.
I’m tired of seeing she’s too big for that, too small for that,
Life’s too short to be worrying about the bigness of a thigh or the smallness of an ass.
In my eyes, we’re all perfect you see, cause the Master made ME in his image how can you not see what’s perfect to me?
That look at we all see when, he loves her just as she can be. What’s beautiful to me? The cellulite on my thighs, the fat on my arms, the hair on my brow. I’m what’s beautiful to me. It took so long to accept myself and that’s the sad part.
We compare ourselves to others and try to be them, but we weren’t made in their image.
Too big. Not small enough. They said.
Tears for years.
Never could I fit a 0 or a 2, always a plus sized girl & I never accepted that
I wear a 14, and I’m so proud of the thickness of my hips and curves. If I can do it and love it, why can’t you?
That’s what’s beautiful to me.