Romanticising.

Look at the being in the mirror for me. Stare into their starry eyes. Gaze deeply. Drown in the beautiful browns, greens and blues, with specks of black, gold and grey.

You are a canvas, my beloved.

Not a blank canvas.

Look at the patches of different shades of skin.

Look at the lighter waves.

You are an unearthly being, made from stardust.

You are primordial, a part of Chaos still thrives within you; you are constructed like a masterpiece.

Move your eyes slowly over the expanse of this canvas. Look at the curves, the lines, the marks and the scarrings, the universe is imprinted on you.

Author’s note: I know that we are supposed to normalize the bodies and the features in this century, but before that,

Do one thing:

Romanticise the hell out of yourself. You have a part of the mighty Gods sitting up in the pantheon. You are unique, you are ethereal, do it, love the masterpiece your body is.

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