I told you how i disliked the thunder edged into my skin

How it branched out on my body

Down my arms, up my stomach and around my thighs

How people giggled at the lightening I had that the "pretty" people didn't have. 

You comforted me and told me that they weren't lightening

They weren't tearing open my skin like the sky, scaring children with the after noise they came with

They weren't hurting people with they're touch, shocking them, and burning them, causing them pain, and leaving them with scars

They were craters

Craters opening up my skin so that beautiful plants, flowers, and mushroom could be planted amongst my body

Craters that were caused by the earth moving, changing, creating new life

They fill themselves with beauty

They create life when it looks like the world is split open, 

When it looks like the world is grey, when the world looks like its withering up. 

The craters in my skin give me new life. 

It's for the flowers and mushroom to plant their roots in and spread their seeds.

It's for you to look at and see growth

It's for you to look at and see beauty

Because there is even beauty in the lightening and if you don't like the lightening, they're beauty in the illumination it makes, in the lights that they power and the sky they split apart and put back together.

There's beauty is our bodies

And theirs nothing wrong with the lightening, or the crater. 

There is nothing wrong with the marks, the scars, the stretch marks, cellulite or birthmarks.

They're nothing wrong with the eczema or ache, our dimples or our bruises.

They are you. 

And there is nothing wrong with you.