Myself

My body is beautiful and it is strong but not for the reasons we are told it should be. It tells a story, from the stretch marks and loose skin to the tattoos that mark me… loving my body was not easy when I struggled to love myself mentally.
When I was younger I believed I should guard my feelings and that was strength. If everyone just thought I was ok I was strong. If I suppressed my needs I didn’t have to deal with the heaviness.
I was like so many… an iceberg
You could only see the part I felt was acceptable and the rest of the issues I had were a huge deep manifestation of me not coping.
I was average
I had little to no dimension and in that way I could continue to hide myself
It was lonely.

I recently told my sister the best armor is actually not wearing any.
Why do we water ourselves down?
If we stop thinking about how others will perceive us we will finally be free.

Not a mirror but a dimensional human.