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….