And I choose THEM.

 "All he sees is me.

Not a body.

Not a spider vein.

Not a number on the scale.

Not a belly.

Not a hernia.

Not a stretch mark.

Not a varicose vein.

All he sees is me.

A root of joy.

A familiar voice.

A face of delight.

A landing spot.

A source of sustenance.

A safe place.

A home.

You may see something else.

Sometimes, I do too.

But I get to chose my story.

I get to choose my lens.

I get to choose my narrative.

And I choose his."

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