Therapy Bread

Sometimes, when you look in the mirror
and tell yourself your beautiful with your baggy jeans,
and white t-shirt with an ice cream cone on the pocket.

You notice the chipped nail polish and the seashell soap,
maybe the girl walking by has a ponytail that isn't so frizzy.

If that happens you need to come back,
come back here where the woman with soft hands needs the dough,
she makes rolls. 
You can fill them with butter,

And when you don't feel so beautiful anymore,
with the spring flowers challenging your flowing dress,
come back with me,
and we can snack on the french rolls and the loaves of bread with crusts filled with tiny nuts and berries.
The oats can dance with us,
now look in the mirror,
You Are Perfect
Just As You Are.