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"Loving Me" - Aaryana Sharma

Hands with heavy wrinkles

And bruised fingertips

With toes too short 

And feet one size too large Eyes dark brown and lips like leaves 

Why was it so hard to love me

I wanted to hug myself, and learn to love me 

Despite the fact that my hands and face were lined with wrinkles 

And my feet never quite sunk into the pile of autumn leaves.

Always worrying about my long, scarred fingertips 

And my ears always wondering if they were far too thin or large. 

Did it really matter if I was short? 

Either too tall or too short,

Sideways glances which rattled me 

Making me feel like a criminal at large.

Always ashamed of my wrinkles  

And my imperfect fingertips

But what if each of us were like leaves?

Each of us are different,

Unique but always together

Just like leaves.

Whether we’re tall or short, Including my beautiful fingertips Maybe it wasn’t so hard to love me. My hiccups and wrinkles

Regardless if I were small or large.

If I could love myself the world would grow large And saplings of love would bloom like leaves Ingrained with our caring wrinkles

Along with fears of being “too short” What if I could learn to really love me?

The strands of my hair, my toes, and fingertips? 

From the strands of my hair to my fingertips, Never feeling too small or large Really, truly loving me Embracing myself, and my lips shaped like leaves

My fears and worries cut short Catching only the reflections of my wrinkles.






 

Aaryana Sharma is a fifteen year old sophomore who likes to write poetry and read comics. When she's not juggling homework she can be found playing with her dogs or on the couch watching a Hindi movie. She gets her inspiration from her favorite poet Rupi Kaur. 

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