I sit and my gut rolls over the top of my jeans
I lay down and I feel like my body has spilled into all the crevices in the bed
Standing in front of the mirror, I wondered what it would be like
To run and not feel anything move in different directions
Or to eat and not worry about anything adding on to the damage that’s already been done
Every year I gain a bit more
And every year I regret not loving myself
I look back at old memories and my hatred for certain things start to make no sense
Now I wish my mind can travel back and remind younger me to be happy with all that I had
Because every pound is a bit more to love
My heart is getting heavier
Filled with acceptance
And my arms are open to myself
