A Woman I Could Love

I think I am kinder to myself because I can imagine myself as a woman I could love
if I saw I girl with this body, I could never be disgusted
by the red skin, thin arms, or baby fat
I would be drawn in
by seastorm eyes, soft hands, flowing hair
I would be distracted
by the shadow under my clavicle, the curve of my bare waist, the muscles flexing in my calves
I know a beautiful woman when I see one
Watching the girls around me, I ponder what they see in the mirror
Does she hate those thick eyebrows
that could matter less when she scrunches them up in thoughtless, musical laughter?
Are the thick thighs her biggest insecurity
even though when I see them I just wish I could rest my head in her lap and dream the day away?
Is there a girl out there who tries to hide her tiny chest
but sees mine and realizes if she thinks I’m beautiful
maybe someone could feel the same about her?
I hope so
My mirror shows me everything a woman could choose to love
Everything that I can choose to love