daydreams and fairytales.

You are worth more than who you fuck. You are worth more than a waistline. You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts. You are no less valuable as a size sixteen than a size four. You are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C. You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows, more than a man’s whim or your father’s mistake. Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood. It is wisdom. You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out. Reborn.