your body is a house

A poem for body acceptance

Your body is a house.
The slip of a warm sweater against skin.
The gentle embrace of love.
Stardust and the stuff of the cosmos.
It keeps you grounded in the earth. 
Your body is your own, 
calling you home. 
You do not have to fit into spaces. 
You do not have to fit in, anywhere. 
Because you already belong.
Allow your body to be a place of refuge,
Instead of a battlefield.
Breathe into the feeling of your body being sacred.
A space of peace and celebration.
The entirety of your being, held and coveted.

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Photo/sketch credit : tumblr and Leeza Jonee