Home

I am no one's home, no one's possession

I am my own shelter and my own grave

I have a mind which obeys only me

A rhythm which I set

A cadence which mirrors my heartbeat

My thoughts and opinions are my own

As is my music

And my art

My body is my own

Nobody's home and nobody's possession

Thick thighs, skinny arms or double chins don't matter

But

My acne is not beautiful

Neither are my stretch marks

They are not battle scars, not tiger stripes

Cellulite is not pretty

Love handles are not cute

They are human

I am human

I don't need to be glorified

Or romanticised

Or explained in detail

I don't need to be pretty to be accepted

I don't need to be beautiful to be successful

I won't match your rhythm

I make my melodies

And my mistakes

I am resilient and brave

Kind and generous

Opinionated and respectful

Genuine, strong, thoughtful, silly

I am all this and more

I am limitless

I am my own