When I came out as fresh as a fawn and as juicy as a lamb I want you to know I already had the scars on my chest. I was born like this, with a body that would be preyed upon like so many before me and so many after. I knew from the second the world was shoved down my throat that I wasn’t who you told me I was and neither was anybody else.
When I look in the mirror I don’t like my scars but then I remember that they were there when I was made and there was nothing to ever stop it. I wish I could go back and unlearn the hate I was taught for my body, but our eyes face forward and our brains dream big so we can know that there’s a better way for this world to be, and I know that if I can love somebody they can love me.