“Thin is in,”
but I’ve always enjoyed
the curve of my hips,
and the silent movement of my
jiggling breasts as they
dance to the rhythm of my
feet when I walk.
“Thin is beautiful,”
but I’ve found beauty in the swollen
curve of a pregnant belly,
ripe, stretched taut, so full you can see
a flutter of movement as the baby
turns herself around.
Beauty can be found in the curves
of a real woman’s form, a body
that juts and curves like rolling hills,
with peaks and valleys. No two alike.
Beauty can be found in a woman’s
Spots and marks and scars,
a testament to where
she’s been, what she’s seen.