Those Lines Are Beautiful

Those lines across your skin

In your eyes, undesirable streaks

See those indentations as symbols

Notes on a music sheet

Learn how to play each one

Make your body an instrument

Those streaks become piano keys

Strategically placed

Creating a unique melody

Highlighting your beauty

Let each note shine

Don’t cover it; embrace each harmony

Familiarize yourself with the instruments that you carry daily

Don’t you know that you’re a walking symphony!

They are not flaws

At first, it may seem strange

So were the letters of the alphabet at an early age

You are learning your body’s musical language

Find someone who loves them as much as you

Their touch and grip

Will produce music that you could never imagine

That first love must come from you

Those aren’t ugly lines

They are a form of natural art on your skin

Musical sounds waiting to be unleashed

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Some view stretch marks as ugly and often want to hide them. It was hard to even find a picture that highlights them here. This poem was written to shine light on their beauty. It’s natural and there is nothing hideous about them. They are beautiful.

Thank you for reading. Your time is always appreciated.

Originally posted on Medium