Hello, body, who has always required taming. Soft belly who I have grown so averse to. You have always been a squeaky wheel that needs fixing; An obstacle to be grappled with.
Lower belly pouch, This is a toast to you and the pocket of repellence you have been interpreted as. You are, my love, a gathering of experiences and nourishment A congregation of pleasures in this rich life.
I have grown exhausted of making alterations to my exterior. Writing daily dissertations so I can simply tolerate you.