After thirty-two long years
The war is finally over.
No more will I look in the mirror
Critique every little thing
Every so-called imperfection
Every feature that isn’t “pretty.”
Officially done with comparing
Done with crying and wishing
Done with hoping and pushing.
I’m letting myself be who I am
No judgment or hatred
Just acceptance and love.
I’m learning there are far
Worse things in this world
Than not looking “good.”
Far worse things I could be
Than fifteen pounds overweight.
I’d rather shift my focus
Judge myself when
I know I’m not acting nice
Or living up
To my full potential.
Judge myself for not
Showing up for people
When I know I should.
I’m sick of feeling failure
Instead of peace
Sick of berating
What I see.
I just want to move
My body
Because I want to.
No agenda to be or look
A certain way or size.
Just movement
For the sake of feeling
Alive.
Eating well because it
Tastes good
And makes me feel good
Inside.
Oh god, how much time
Have I wasted?
How many nights have I cried
When I could have
Felt comfort?
How many actual years
Of my life
Have I missed out on?
How many pictures
Have I not taken?
How many invitations
Have I turned down?
All because I didn’t
Want anyone to see me?
No more
No more
The war is over.



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