I wonder,
does God weep
when I look at my reflection
and hate what I see?
Does he cry
when I cover myself up
out of shame for who I am?
Does it pain him
to know that the masterpiece
he formed with his own hands
doesn’t love every piece of who she is?
This is the God who took on flesh.
Who walked this earth with a body like mine,
then stood silent
and allowed it to be broken.
This is a God who knows what it is
to be broken.
Maybe…I shouldn’t
let the same be done to mine.