I found myself in loathe,
With a body that imprisoned me.
My imperfections taunted me,
And I fought back,
Yet it was a battle that left me defeated.

Until I met him.
The form I had grown to hate,
He loved endlessly, eternally.

He loved my legs,
Legs that journeyed for miles,
Allowing me to learn, to see, to adventure.

He loved my waist,
The one he held so tightly
When we could finally embrace
After months apart.

He loved my arms,
Arms that have been beaten, bruised,
But still carried.

He loved my mind,
Despite the demons and angels
Quarreling inside.

He loved every part of me,
Unconditionally.
And with his love,
I learned to love myself.