I Love the Skin I'm In

I Love the Skin I'm In

My skin is unique,
it has no twin,
So I have come to love
the skin I’m in.
I love its ivory softness,
and I’m in awe of every scar.
I delight in every freckle,
when admired from afar.
I enjoy each fine, dark hair,
that sprouts from leg and arm.
I love the way it tans,
although the sun does cause it harm.
I may not be the prettiest,
I may not be the most thin.
But I know that I will be okay,
because I’m comfortable in my skin.
Every day my skin protects,
bends and moves and grows.
It helps me to play basketball,
and to wiggle my toes.
Without my skin I could not,
jump or run or swim.
Because there’d be nothing there,
to keep my insides in!
I need my skin to help me out,
when I fall and when I shake.
Without it there to cushion me,
I’d be much easier to break.
My skin controls my temperature
so it doesn’t get too high.
It also helps to keep me warm,
when it gets cold outside.
With my skin around me,
I don’t worry when I slip.
My skin is there to insulate,
to shield me when I trip.
I love to feel the pump,
of the veins beneath my skin.
It makes me feel so alive,
I love the skin I’m in!