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[mskittieface]

In the shower, I grasp the bowl of my stomach in my hands
shake it, feel it spring form back, bouncing soft
I touch each of my toes delicately
Work my way up strong legs all the way to my own lovely neck.
This body
This body I will carry myself around in forever
I realize in this moment that I love it.
Not that I love the way it looks always, but that
I love it like a mother loves her wayward child,
or a traveller loves her worn-out backpack.
This body
It will hold all of my happiness
without ever spilling.