Learning how...

This part of my body,           I struggle to love.
But do you know?

How lovely to touch,
so soft,
sweet,
nothing monstrous for a space so maligned.

There is less of it now, people tell me again and again how much better that must make me.
I search
     for the teeth,
          the poison,
               the dark shadows that indicate the evil within. 
Instead,
I find only lovely doughiness,
a place I would want to kiss on someone else,
and I weep from wanting to stop hating this place that does nothing to deserve it.

(c) Regan Wann 2022