A LETTER TO MYSELF.

I love the way you smile
the way you squint your eyes when you laugh

I love the way you dance
when no one's around

I love the way you talk about things you love the books you've read
the songs you've heard

I love the way you stare at stars
and talk to flowers
the way you sing even if it is out of sync

I love how you've taken lessons from the past
and refuse to dwell in it

I love that you are a little wise
and a lot more crazy
a little savage and a lot more empathetic

I know you hate your nose
and your fat arms
I know you're tired of people telling you
to lose weight or to gain some more
because nothing ever satisfies them
I know you wished you had
a better face and a flat stomach

I know all of it.
all of your flaws and edges.
and let me tell you:
you're lovely. for all that you are.

you're perfectly imperfect.
and I love you.