Yours

I will always be scared I am not beautiful enough for you or if I am beautiful at all.

I will change what I am wearing five times before I see you wondering which pair of jeans will make my body more tempting to undress. Tell me, is there anything I could do to make you think, her, she is so striking she makes my body forget it has knees. Write it in a letter and address it to all the insecure parts of me.

My uneven finger, my thin legs. Your voice alone drives me to tears.

Yours telling me I am beautiful, yours telling me I am enough.