I love the way I hold myself

I really love the way, I hold myself,

"i" stand with me when I feel despair

The way my heart becomes softer to me and start bandaging the scares of resentment, demotivation, and insecurities.

The way my body suddenly starts to demand care to distract myself from the thoughts that make me feel puny

The way my eyes hold my tears and make my 

Eyeballs stoned so that they could show determination filled inside me

The way my lips make an effort to make my mouth smile, not a teeny one,

But one with a slight curve

And with a tight blink of eyes

And a slight nod of head , 

That shows I m really ok .