Writing Challenge Day 4: Loving my Body

You never had the privilege of me learning how to love you correctly

What you needed in order to be delicate

How I needed to take care of you

I learned how to hate you before I learned how to appreciate you.

you had no choice but to become thick way before the phrase was coined as "acceptable" by our generation

We cried together but you endured so much

I cut you, burned you, starved and force fed you like a slave to my misery

Doused your insides with elixirs that compromised your sensitivities 

my self esteem was slumped on the stoop of my consciences like a wino

whose tears streamed down to the curb

shunned because of your curves, I cursed you

I was too much and still not enough

I apologized a thousand times over and have learned to adore your dips and plateaus

plus you embody a dope soul

I love us

I like us

I life us

like so many young girls since us, I had to be a rock before I became a crystal

but baby, when I finally learned the magic that laid in these properties I promised us that we were always going to gleam