New poetry disclaimer: Pretty much none of the poetry I post will be my own. Ever. Unless I write something fantastically bad and far enough removed from myself that I can laugh at it. This is not that poem.
This body breaks my heart sometimes.
This line is awesome, not because it describe something happy but because it describes something true.
Certainly, learning to value my inner qualities — intellect, humor, creativity, compassion, patience — above being conventionally pretty have been positive steps that have brought me some deep personal satisfaction.
But that I am not only my body does not mean that I am not at all my body. There’s still this nose I wish would stop growing, this skin that should have cleared up years ago, this soft belly, these ample thighs: distancing myself from my body does not help me make peace with any of me.
And I don’t know how to reliably love my body; some days are more successful in that than are others. But I do think that if I’m going to learn to love me, I have to learn to live in all of me.