Dear Body,

I’m sorry but
I can’t look anymore
Look at the marks
The pores
The bumps
The scars
The stories
The inescapable memories
Of hurting yourself
Of others hurting you
The visceral ache
Devoid of acceptance
The reality of this body
Is not a poem
It is a desperate plea:
“Please let me love myself”
Echoing off of every inch of skin
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