I’m sorry for hiding you When I saw your stretch marks How could I be so ashamed Of something That meant I was growing I’m sorry for depriving you Because of a number on a scale A number that could never Measure my worth I’m sorry for hating you While you made sure My heart kept beating And my lungs kept breathing And my legs kept bringing me To where I was meant to be I’m sorry for tearing you down As if you were a vacant building That my soul didn’t live in I didn’t realize That you were my home
poemgnome, writing prompt #69: Write a letter apologizing to your body for any hatred and ingratitude you may have expressed. (via wordsnquotes)














