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Sorry, not sorry.

If you were to look at me

What would you see?

 

My curves are too curved.

My stretch marks unsightly.

My hips are too wide

As is my back-side.

Not to mention...

My double chins.

 

Don't worry. I notice them too.

I critique and I catalogue,

Every time I look in the mirror.

I have an on-going list of my faults.

But I'm sorry to say

At the end of it all

Really and truly..

I love my body.

 

The way it moves when I dance to the music.

The sighs and the shivers it makes when you touch it.

The way that it perfectly bore my first child.

The creases that appear every time I smile.

 

Do I sometimes wish my stomach was a little flatter?

Do I long for it to not be so difficult to not be a little fatter?

Well..

Maybe.

Sure.

Yeah.

 

But I love it, the way it is today.

I'm sorry if that does not suit you.

But it's all I need for it to suit me.

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May 26, 2014
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#body #love #contentment

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