I watch myself in the mirror, looking down from head to toe.
I see imperfections, but they are small and insignificant.
I look into the mirror once more,
I see a person, who is neither slight nor heavy framed.
Wide hips, a large chest, a soft and squishy stomach, and a bottom to match;
What were all these flaws I was so fearful of?
Each mirror I look into, I see a different person
A different body.
One that I should be proud of, one that should function the way all bodies should.
It doesn\’t matter whether I think I have high, flat hips, and seemingly large and broad shoulders.
It doesn\’t change a thing about who I am, and what I live for.
Everyone sees my body differently
And I have to trust them when they say
That these perceived “flaws” do not exist.
And that even if they did, it doesn’t change the fact that I am still loved.
All my attributes and all my flaws are what allow me to be me.
A poem by Chloe Edwards