One Day

One Day I won't feel uncomfortable when your hands touch my stomach
One Day I won't have to wear sweaters in fear that you won't love me for what's underneath
One Day I won't feel like I need to hide my breast around you
One Day I won't reject your tongue slipping in my mouth
One Day I won't have to make an excuse of why I don't let you slide your hands under my sweaters
One Day I will listen to you telling me I'm perfect to you
One Day I will listen to you telling me that you love me regardless
One Day I will listen to you telling me to stop worrying about how I look
One Day I will stop hiding under sweaters, under insecurities, and under years of self doubt
One Day the numbers on the scale or the size on that shirt or pair of jeans won't matter
One Day the doubts in my mind will fade away
One Day our bodies will be pressed against one another; no clothes just flesh against flesh and fingers intertwining.
One Day