Empowered

Naked, I stand in front of the mirror, I try to look at my stomach that is not flat anymore and my breasts that are the biggest they've ever been, my neck that is reddish because of something I'm not sure of, I look at the new stretch marks I've gained, through getting fat. None of my fucking pants fit anymore and in this moment, I feel that's okay.  I like my upper body, I've always had. I like my skinny shoulders and my tall and pale neck. 
There is something empowering about being naked. Like I don't have to cover up my secrets anymore, I can look at myself and feel that I am human, I am a sexual being, and my skin does a perfect job of covering my flesh and bones.
For so long I have been ashamed of being human, I have thought that my worth was chained to my niceness or perfectness, I have thought that I alone, have to be held at a higher standard in order to deserve being happy.
It's been so hard being nice to myself. Believing that I matter, just because. That I don't have to be the smartest and the most hard working. 
I'm not saying that I've been perfect or hardworking, I'm saying that I have never felt enough. 
When I stand naked, in front of the mirror though, I feel enough. 

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