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advice i should take

as Women we are told that our

hunger cannot

exist

               unless it pleases men

that the expanses of our bellies

are shameful.

as if my stomach -- as full as the moon and as flat as the prairie

is not beautiful in its

ripe glory

as if my thighs-- made of thunder clouds

are not magnificent

as if my body-- striped with pink-white scars

is not worthy of worship

 

as Women we are told

that we should feel guilty for every bit of nourishment

that passes through our lips

but that we should be expected

to nourish the world.

 

but I say ****

diets

****

starving

and fasting

andbingingandpuringandworshiping

skeletal goddesses

that do not exist

(because even the most beautiful woman isn't lovely enough for a magazine)

and stop "going on a cleanse"

because we all know that cyanne and water and maple syrup tastes like ****

Instead

Praise Your Abundance.

run your hands over

dimpled

               soft

scared

            taught

rough

           smooth

full

       flat

bulging

skin & know

that

You Are Beautiful

&your; bones do not define you.

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Nov 19, 2012
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