i am beauty

i have a body with many scars that faded. with stretch marks and hair so natural and delicate my body tells a story, my story. and everything ive been through my skin is a map you can trace it with your fingers and find where no one else has been. youll arrive to a spot and wont want to leave. where the x marks it my face is a reflection of a hidden soul wishing to show itself hoping theyll see the light of day again my insecurities stay silent in the corner of the room in time out, grounded from being able to control me anymore when i sit down my stomach folds into rolls of growth and maturity my hands hold burns and cuts throughout my life my arms are skinny and careful carrying wounds from the past battles, struggles, and wars i could not win or face by myself my legs are long and curvy. gorgeous in their own broken way my chest is interesting and unique with two different sizes but im proud that they are my hearts armor and dresses it nicely my hair is pretty and flowing with the memories of my mind as it ages i love myself and am grateful for all of these things that i have now becoming who i will be i am free from the demons from my nightmares whom tried burning my strength down but i wont let it go