To Be That of Which Was Made



💕 I think of up above, of what it means to love. 


How can God love us all so equally, how can that be done?


I ask my self-contained sexuality to show me, show me what it means to love equally.


As I stare at my breasts and my body through the mirror, I see a goddess.


I see someone I've never met before but I have come to adore.


I feel emotions that make me cry for no reason, just to cry.


Healing has many avenues, I know because I've tried everything.


And crying, crying is mending the pain.


I never knew I could cry out of pure joy but I can, and now I do.


I have changed the meaning of crying,


and I cry now because I am happy with every little freckle on my skin,


every little wrinkle starting to deeply form when I smile,


and every little hair that grows on my body.


I am a goddess, I am human, I am what I am and I'm not ashamed to be that of which was made to reflect my very name.


I am Elizabeth, I am being, I am love.


Come, love with me, love me, make love to me.


And I will do the same for you, deeply, intensely, lovingly.


I love you.


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