Human Nature

How dare I let myself believe that the bruises on my legs are any less beautiful than last night’s sunset,

because they are made up of all of the same colors,

but one being on my skin

is enough to make me believe

that it is not worthy of being beautiful.

How dare I tell myself that the arch of my nose is too big,

because no one ever judges the shape of a valley

or the height of a mountain,

I am just as much a part of nature as they are.

How dare I think poorly of myself for the amount of fat on my stomach

or on my thighs,

the ocean has never been branded too full of water

or the forest too full of trees,

absence in nature calls for panic

whereas if I were to shed 15 pounds I would be seen as “beautifully thin”.

How dare I compare myself to others

when no flower is ever seen as ugly just because another one is also beautiful,

no tulip any less than a rose,

but different in their exquisitely unique existence.

How dare I hide my tears from falling

when no cloud has ever hid its rain for the sake of looking weak,

because storms are anything but weak, they’re raging and they’re strong,

my tears are no different than the rains.

How dare I cover the spots on my face with makeup

while the sky is able to show off its trillions of stars

and the stars are all counted

and the stars are all adored

and I too can be adored.

How dare I let myself believe that I am any less that the wonders of nature

and I am any less than the beauty of the universe.

My scars are the Grand Canyon

and my stretches are the Northern Lights.

My fingers write this world’s greatest melodies

and my lips speak this world’s greatest words.

My existence is no less brilliant than the sun,

so I will continue to shine, as the Earth and I are one.