Self-Portrait With Love
You could hate yourself today, hate your crooked teeth, scarred lip, tight shoulders/back/hips, the fact that you're not sixteen anymore, and still irresponsible with money, still don't know what you want to be when you grow up.
You could hate yourself, but why? When the sun is shining and you'll tan in it. Why, when you've this whole world to move around in, to stretch your legs. Why, when you woke up this morning. alive, smiling, full of ideas, why when the day is growing summer-hot and you're a part of it?