tonight

last night I had a moment of self-loathing.
putting myself against magazines and tv screens it was inevitable.
to compare oneself to a constructed 'truth' is stupid.
but it happens.
a lot.

but tonight was different.
strangely,
different.
i felt beautiful.
strangely,
i did.
I looked at my legs
and i loved them.
I looked at my non-existent chest
and for the first time in a loong time
I actually liked it that way.
loved it, to be honest.

tonight was different.
In my eyes
I was beautiful.

am.