One Day I Will Love My Body

One Day I Will Love My Body

A Story by R.E.K.
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How I came to love, well, one day I'll love, my body.

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Here is my body
God gave me a temple
Housing my mind 
For my soul, it's a vessel
And this is the story of
How I came to love,
Though I still don't love, 
My body

Woke up one day 
When I was young
Lost in the flesh 
That I'd become
Feeling trapped in my skin
Caged in cause
I'd forgotten that it held
 My pumping blood

Closed my mouth
 To the chorus of lunch
Stuffed my cheeks 
With chocolate, pizza crusts
Sold my soul by showing 
All the first men my form
And I become poorer still, I'm poor

Will I ever grow into my stomach?
Will I ever respect all my lines?
Will I ever stop displaying flaws?
Pinching, pulling?
Will I ever feel perfectly mine?

And when will I realize 
That outdoors is inside?
A beautiful room 
To keep locked for true one?
He who will know
There's a soul in my eyes
And because of that soul
My body's now divine
And 
My body
My body
My body
Deserves to be loved

And I know that I hurt you
I'm sorry
And I let you be watched and be touched 
In ways that degraded
All of your sacred
But Enough.

Enough of the pills and makeup
I will love you
 My body
 Someday

Give to you starting in little ways
Slow the way that I breathe
 Deep today
So that you can receive 
All the fresh and the clean
I've denied you
All the things that I let come inside you
Please forgive me 
My body

Holy, holy 
Let this be known see
Is all of these valleys and mountains 
Bones ride

And treasure, treasure 
All of this weathered
That are the scars and the wrinkles
Be kind

Take care of me 
And you will see
All of the bounty I hold
But I'm merely skin and bone
So don't see me as the whole
Don't cut me or stretch me or fold
All of the cells that protect you 
And hold you
All of my helixes stringing your life

And here is my body
God gave me a temple
Housing my mind 
For my soul, it's a vessel
And this was the story of
How I came to love,
Though I still don't love, 
My body

One day I will love
And thank God above
For this gift
For this home
For this poem 
My body

© 2018 R.E.K.


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As someone who suffers from BDD, this poem really hit home for me. I almost cried reading it the very first time. It's expression. The feeling of being trapped. It conveyed emotions that I myself can't express. Beautiful

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Added on May 7, 2018
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