Finish Line

I was running a race
Where the finish line
Was always
100 yards away.
Until I realized
The race was on a beach.
In paradise.
I dropped down where I was
And let the waves
Rub some love into my body.
The body I had spent years
Comparing, dissecting and hating on.
When I turned my head to check on that finish line
I was laying on it.

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