I love my body.
It does not look like most bodies
look,
but I love my body.
It has bulges
where most bodies
are flat
and vacancies
where most bodies
have muscles,
but I love my body...
My melted candle,
with waves and curves
that have traveled
through fire
to get to where they
are.
I love this body that tells
a story…
not a prefab body
poured from a mold,
but one that has molded
itself.
I love my body.
This is not an apology or a
disclaimer…
only a statement of
fact
before I expose myself
to you.
I love my body.
Pamela K Walker © 2000