Rename myself

 

In the imperfectness that I call “self”

I must find a way to rename her; 

Call her beloved instead of wrecked.

To love her quirky personality 

All the mistakes she made while trying to love the whole wide world,

And her dimpled spots and back dotted like a roadmap. A few scars here and there. A few regrets.

I must try to love her wrinkled ridges where smoothness used to be,

Her thinner hair, her thicker thighs, her achier shoulders.  Her sighs.

And all the other things. 

I think she’s very clever sometimes, and has pretty blue eyes; I like her intentions as clear as spring water and her rose red beating heart. 

I must

Love all of her-

Can I?