fill yourself with the knowledge
that your body was so carefully designed -
your cells’ construction manual
assembled each stroke of skin
with devotion, little pockets of life
that exist only to keep you alive,
that hum and move and work
with the sole goal of you, beautiful,
on fire with the power you possess.
your bones are stronger than steel
and your hands could hold mountains,
if only you believed. your body bows
to the power of your mind.
stop giving yourself away
to the boys who deem you anything less
than a miracle, to the wastes of space
who try to dictate who you are,
to the voice in your head that was born
from everyone saying you’re not good enough.
they are all goddamn fucking liars.
I love you, and we’ve never even met -
and there are more like me, more
than you have ever thought real,
thousands of people that would
never dare to love you in a way
you didn’t deserve. let them in.
exhale all the useless mandates
and let your limbs sleep, weightless,
unburdened and unpurposed.
every seven years, your body is made anew
with entirely original cells. forget the calendar
and count this year as your first.
this response was fucking beautiful. thank you.