Loving you is like making peace with the version of myself I was never allowed to be.
And accepting that I’ll never be more than this or what I thought was better than what I am in my own skin.
Greater than all of that, is the fact that it is a blessing, not a curse as I had always been made to believe.

I wish with all that am, was and will be
that when you looked at yourself, you felt the same.

the blood
& the bones

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