When you love yourself, and I mean really love yourself,
you cannot help but look at that person in the mirror and weep.
That person who lives in a body tailor-made to swell and shrink
with the tides of food; whose scars, curves, lines, and bumps
pattern the casing of an animal, a house of the entire emotional spectrum;
whose dreams churn the engines and heat the heart;
and whose laughter delights the stars and all ancestors before her.
Yes, I love you.
All of you, person that is Me.
Every inch. Every piece.
© Amelia Isabel
Photo credit: Amelia Isabel, in Buenos Aires, Argentina