My body.

My body
at 43.
I love it.
I never
thought
I would
I used to
hate myself.
When I let
go of
my image
of what
I thought
I looked
like,
my inner
beauty
came out.
I am blessed
I am beautiful.
I know this
not because
anyone told
me.
I know
this
because
I told
myself.
Once I told
myself
I was beautiful
and believed
it,
It was like
a magic
spell.
POOF!
Now I am.