Celebrate with Me

won't you celebrate with me,

this form; this body?

this width–that I tried to narrow for so long.

this clay I tried to thin–and stretch.

a scarred block of ice,

burnt, yet still cold.

this dancing flame that received a tear-stained,

white model–fueled,

self-critics' gaze.

cold and unforgiving,

for so long.

won’t you celebrate with me,

these legs, these arms?

allowing me to do what I love,

playing piano and sprinting

into my favorite peoples’ arms.

come celebrate with me

that every day,

I tried to break down my body–

but today it still stands strong.

Anonymous