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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