Just love

when the lights are
Off and the music has gone silent.
when the room is empty.
when you are standing
Alone in front of the mirror.
when you smile awkwardly,
the stretchmarks
That trace your skin lovingly.
the little fat
On your stomach,
Shimmy and wiggle and
the way your thighs rub together.
how your fingers
Get stuck in your curls.
the smooth, uneven
Skin down your legs and arms.
the way you
Are even when no one is there.

Don’t look for love outside
The four walls of yourself.
Don’t look for love in others
Until you can love yourself first,
And mean it. And Love yourself enough to allow
Yourself to be loved back. Just Love.

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