I love my soft body,
Did you know?
My curves, my soft belly.
I love my soft body,
Did you know?
But I still have my doubts.
I am riddled and strangled with insecurities.
Like when you see me walking across the parking lot and you think, she is a pretty woman,
But did you notice me adjust my shirt a million times before I reached my car, in an attempt to bring attention away from my waist?
And did you notice that every time I sit down I hold something in my lap to block your view of my imperfect waistline?
Did you notice?
And did you see me crop the photo taken with my daughter so it would only show an image from the neck up, because I want you all to still believe that I am pretty, but only from the neck up.
I love my soft body,
Did you know?
That I am exhausted.
I am tired.
That my greatest desire is to see me,
As you see me.
I want to know.
Did you know?