To think that I was going to let you
see my work of art
that I have worked on for eighteen years.
The work of art that I have had to learn to appreciate, value and give it permission to take up the space that it deserves.
The work of art that I used to carve lines of gold into because it wasn’t perfect enough.
The work that I used to avoid at all costs because of how shocking and unnatural it seemed.
Honestly makes me question my entire belief system.
Molli Cranford
This poem is speaking to the hindsight of seeing how close you were to letting someone who was undeserving see your work of art, your body. It also speaks to only having hatred for your body and relearning self-love.