Stretch Marks

I hesitated when

I removed my shirt and shorts

In front of you

Because I was insecure about

My stretch marks

Running across my

Arms, thighs, and stomach

Like lightening stripes

And when you asked me what’s wrong

I told you the truth and

Pointed at them

I’d imagine your lips twisting in disgust but

You leaned in and kissed

Each

One

And you said that

You loved them

Because they were a part of me.

You didn’t considered them as imperfections but

Beauty marks that further enhances my beauty

And in that moment

I’ve never felt more beautiful.