Beautiful Me
Oh, how I love my hips that dip and swivel more than a double serving baby-bearing, wide as all outside kind of hips they are beautiful, graspable hips and oh how I love my lips that part and sing that kiss and lick the kind all lipsticks pucker up and pray for they are beautiful, kissable lips and oh how I love my hands that can whip up a meal and then write a business plan they can soothe a crying baby, they're strong enough to move the earth! they are beautiful, capable hands and oh, how I love my legs that twist and turn that twirl and spin some line dancing, man-gripping, thick thigh'd legs they are beautiful, strong and solid legs and oh how I love my brain a brain that is eager a brain that craves more an A plus earning, scholarship deserving, Dean's list kind of brain it is a beautiful, knowledge-absorbing brain and yes, I love every part of me the over-sized parts, the too small parts and all the parts between I love the parts that dimple and the parts that sag even the inside of me ain't that bad! And to think it took over thirty years for me to finally be able to see that the most important, compliment deserving person will always be me, beautiful me |
Lucky Jeans
I secretly envy
your favorite blue jeans every stitch button... crease and seam, because although they probably mean nothing to you, they spend every daylight hour doing everything you do. Sure, every night they are tossed aside into a heap on the floor piled up and abandoned by your bedroom door but oh, how I long to spend just one day as a crease at your thighs or a button at your waist…. |