Every Bit of Me

I love the curves of my arms

when I roll up my sleeves,

and my tattoos

shine like quiet victories.

I love the beauty spots

below my chest,

the scars on my neck,

and the air

that sets me free.

I love my hands,

my thighs,

my eyes,

my lips in a bow shape,

my hair And

no-makeup face.

Whether smiling

or crying in pain

I love how I don’t get bored

of wearing the same clothes

again and again.

I love when I dance

off beat,

sing off key,

my laugh more than a smile

and my chipped mug of tea.

I love when I kiss my shoulders,

stroke my skin—

releasing pain from years 

I never released.

I love when I stand still

watching the sky change 

thinking about my likes, dislikes,

and the choices I made.

I love how I loved people

who only

triggered my wounds,

poked at my inner child,

and stayed—

just long enough to leave.

Yet I love how my presence lingers—

in conversations,

in memories,

in people I never even touched.

And admire the attention 

I receive 

I love my vulnerability,

my strength,

my energy—

both chaotic and intense.

My fears,

my doubts,

my anxiety and defence

In fact, I love every version,

every contradiction,

every bit of me—

whether you see it or not.

Now I love myself

the way I loved others—

deeply.

Written on Aug 10th, 2025.