Body Talk
BY LISELI.
M
Shattered on the floor were fragments of lies that I
had once worn as a cloak of truth.
That cloak was heavy, it was shameful, it dictated
what I wore, and constantly made me worry about
what people thought. I never sought beauty, rather
normalcy.
Normalcy had become the cage that distorted and
restricted my ability to understand that God had
made me just right, just to be who I am.
To me acceptance of my body and the image that I
behold in the mirror means soaring on the wings of
uniqueness with a purpose.