It is terrifying to think
that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see
you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve
stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken
pox when you were little and scars from all of the other
things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red,
painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that
person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if
they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will
even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see
each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are
the whole universe to them.
—
K.P.K