Write your body an apology letter.
For all the times you haven’t loved it well enough, and every unkind word you’ve ever spoken to it.

Hold yourself.
Lumps, and bumps, and stretchmarks, and scars, and
Do not let go until all you see is beauty.

Believe that your body is a masterpiece.
Each strand of hair, every eyelash; a brushstroke.

You are priceless; golden.
Flawed, and fragile, and human.
You must never forget that
you are human.

Your body is a vessel for all you hold inside;
light and dark,
hate and art,
every heartache, every daybreak,
the tears you have cried in the dead of night, and the sunrise that always follows.

These things have made you who you are, and yet
you are so much greater than the sum of them

You are all stardust and gravel,
all skinned knees and winged eyeliner.

Constantly afraid of being too much, or not enough, but
invariably perfect.

Let your body be a love letter, and
never an apology.