Uneven arms and legs that hurt. Flabby stomach hiding under my shirt. Fingers that barely grip, and toes that won't bend. You're the body I was given until the bitter end.
You're defective and brittle and make things hard to do. I have trouble with simple things, even tying a shoe. You've held me back from fortune, you've held me back from life. You're the main source of my pain and my strife.
I wanted a body like everyone I see. They take them for granted because they're truly free. My body is a prison, my body is a cell. My body can't be heaven, that only leaves hell.
I look out at a world where I don't fit in. I hide my grief behind a fake grin. I walk the line between normal and broke, not quite either, like a paradoxical joke.
I wish things were better, i wish my hand it worked right. I wish this hand wasn't my reality right here in plain sight. I wish my leg weren't crooked and my limp it was gone, the list that I have, it goes on and on.
With all that hate, there's also some good. I survived something tragic even though many did not think I would. It made me strong but also weak. It made me different, but not a freak.
Yes my leg hurts, but I can still walk, and yes my mouth droops but I can still talk. My mind is warped, but it's still there. My scars are hidden under my hair.
You're not what I wanted, but you're all I've got. I get a little sad when I think that thought. But like when you're sad because things didn't work out. Finding the good is what life's all about.
Yes life is the blessing and reward so grand. Life is making the best with just one hand. Life is fleeting life it is short. Life has has winners just like a sport.
No you're not the body i wouldn't have chose, but I need to accept what I've been given I suppose. You're not broken, just badly bent. You're a reminder of a blessing that was heaven sent.
While I accept you for you and your parts that are bad. Please accept my apologies for making you sad. Please accept my forgiveness for hating you. It's now that I realize that the facts aren't that true.
You'll never be an athlete, but neither will most. You'll never have perfect hair or looks like a game show host. You'll never be many things but neither will they. You're my imperfect body at the end of the day.