stop being concerned about whether every body you see is aesthetically pleasing to you
#people are not decorations for ya life
what would the world be like
if we all downed a spoon of self-love
in the morning with our other
what if we no longer looked
at those who strut with confidence
like peculiar oddities,
as if their happiness should not stem
but should be puppeteered by
recklessly tugging strings of emotions?
what if we were taught
to love ourselves
before ever loving others,
taught that our body,
no matter how scarred,
is only a shell
for the vibrant galaxy tucked inside?
what if liking who you were
wasn’t viewed as a sin,
and smiling at your reflection
was as normal as smiling at a friend?