I am my mothers daughter.
I am a product of my mother.
To be ashamed of my curves
would be to be ashamed of hers.

I wear my mothers skin.
To be insecure over my stretch marks would be to feel insecure over her stretch marks. The very ones I have to her while giving life to me.


I am my mothers voice.
To be quiet when I want to be loud would be deafening the very things she instilled in me about believing in the power of my words.

I am my mothers warrior.
To stand back when I know I need to stand up would be crippling to the fight she placed in my soul.

I am a product of my mother. To call myself her daughter would be to call myself the product of a warrior.

She is warrior.