and there are days
where i make
love to myself.
after years of counted calories,
guilted binges,
and hopeful purges,
this $5
coral mirror is now
where self-love is made.
dilated eyes,
chills,
and butterflies:
this is progress.
i am unconventionally
gorgeous.
this is not arrogance;
this is forgiveness
at its most raw.
knock softly.
there is a nation
being reformed.
this door holds
important celebrations;
insecurities will remain
uninvited.
belly dancing till
i feel the breeze in
Alexandria
grab me.
i hold power in these
melting hips.