Not A Teenager Anymore

No longer a teenager.

Blink

and the years have passed.

He loves me still

though I judge my body hard.

Too fat

Too big

Too much

Not enough.

Never worthy.

I know he loves me

Me

Not because I look

a certain way

But I forget.

to believe it. To trust it.

to trust my body. To love.

He loves me

More when I am confident

in myself.

When I know that

he wants me.

Not a perfect body,

not an unrealistic ideal.

This body has

birthed five babies.

Grows and nourishes

I am not broken

Because I don’t look

Like her.

I choose

to be whole

And to love

what is.