Body love

I wasn't sure whether I didn't love myself.

Or if loving had become little to do with the way I appeared, and more to do with my invisible qualities.

Maybe I've outgrown this world persuasion that

Body, is beautiful .

And not to say we don't have beautiful bodies, but how little of an impact looks actually make .

They are used to attract and appease but real beauty comes from our personalities.

If we were to love blindly we could abolish racism,

Colourism,

False attraction ,

Superiority .

And replace it with equality,

Authenticity ,

There would be no need to be ,

Perfect .

Liked by everyone, because not everyone was made for you .

Maybe it would be safe to love white when you are brown turn this crooked perception around that

Body, is beautiful.

Why should I only love something for what I can see and not the way it feels to me.

So set on looking worthy of a million likes when deep down we are so ugly ,

So evil ,

So the opposite of what we try to achieve .

Why not love ourselves for standing up with a shaky hands, and an out of breath voice ,

To talk about something that actually matters.

Why not display your qualities like artwork and let them marvel?

Why not be known for the way your words can caress a wounded heart .

Not the way eyes can be satisfied of lust to our sinful part .

Why are we so convinced that the only way to be beautiful is by our bodies?

You were created for so much more .

Looking at yourself through a keyhole view ,

And never satisfied with just being you .

Open your eyes, I don't know who needs this

But you are more than just your body.

You are purpose in season .

A puzzle piece with a reason .

The light at the top of a hill .

If you'd only, awaken your will .

(-T.h.k)