Honest Eyes

Carly Sutherland
Dec 5, 2019 · 1 min read
Photo by Pavel Nekoranec on Unsplash

You worshipped my body like praying in church

for the first time in years, I felt my worth.

But how could you, so picture-perfect

love someone like me? My body doesn’t deserve it.

Like you were sculpted from marble

flawless, gleaming

You stroked my skin, left my soul heavy, steaming.

A man of your essence admiring my curves,

it didn’t make sense, but you held me, allured.

When I see my body it’s nothing but fiction.

If I can beat my shame, I can beat my ruthless affliction.

You taught me how to beat my mind’s disguise,

and now I can finally see myself

through your honest eyes.

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New here! Holistic nutritionist & wellness blogger by trade. Treehugger, amateur yogi and cook, lover of words & expression, wine, books, and happiness.

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