Looks like I am not so bad. Like, the veins in my body don’t run heat through the eyes of another, as much as they used to boil in you. Looks like the river doesn’t run away from me as much as it just keeps on moving on, just like we all keep moving on. There’s this positive blanket I’ve been napping in and I wake up at 5AM to remember what the darkness of day looks like, and it reminds me that new days don’t wake up right away either. Regrets are tucked in the back pocket of jeans that I kept around just so I could always remind myself to never let myself go, only to recognize that I will be me no matter my body. The person inside of me will always be bigger than the largest of dresses and my skin will forever be the same thickness of plus models. Reflections are just a quick reminder of the years I have been dragged through, in dirt, in sweat and in helplessness. I am not so bad. Neither is anybody else. Everyone deserves something beautiful to hug their hands, their hearts, their lips and their pillow talks. Tonight is a good night. I just want to remember that I once felt happy, even if just for a second…I actually liked who I was. I want you and everybody to like who they are too. Looks like I am not so bad, and neither are you. So, let’s stop blaming one another and feel each others’ bodies one last time before we quickly regret it.