Jun 12, 2016
"I am waiting for the apologies you owe yourself, the beg of forgiveness to the body that has Kept you alive. Too often you point your fingers at the flaws you think you find, Too often you tear down when you should appreciate. Tell your legs you love them for the roads they have walked you down, tell your arms how thankful you will remain for all they have helped you carry. I cannot abide the insults thrown at the body that holds you ; Each piece of you is perfect and deserves to be told so."
