the poetry

pov.

admiration like that of the first rays of sun as they shine over the horizon

tiger stripes and cellulite cover the parts I long to hide

yet your love is unwavering

no layers of makeup or a hot mom bod

a wardrobe of mostly sweatpants and baggy tees

yet eyes are set on me as if I were a flower in bloom

the catepillar

wriggling her way out of the caccoon

of self-doubt and self-hate and self-blame

all the damning traits I allowed myself to fall victim to

still you stay

waiting and patient

pushing me to think better, to be better

to speak positivity into my life

and to see myself as you do

wild and fierce and beautifully molded

into the person I am meant to be

and still becoming


photo cred: IG @slowclapking (CAS)

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