The body is a painting
In that it can be misleading
Misleading to the eye
All that matters
Is what’s in the eye of the beholder
But if we don’t hold ourselves dear
How will our eyes ever begin to see the purity?
How will our eyes
Ever begin to heal?
How will the image we see in the mirror
Ever begin to heal?
Meat and sugar
Comfort food
Too much comfort
Slice it away!
Slice away the fat
But too much slicing
Could cost me more than I have
More than I want to give away
More than I choose to cherish
From within my own eye
I am the beholder