Kinky hair
Olive skin
Big brown eyes
Full set of lips
Mascara? No thank you.
Tweezers? Yes, please.
Eyebrows getting crazy
Lady-stash? Pluck off.
Crooked smile
Baby teeth
Double D’s
Holy hips
Hour glass curves softened by motherhood
Body image altered
Cellulite
Muffin top
Doesn’t matter what I see
What matters is
How she sees I see me
Celebrate the kinky curls
The crooked smile
The lady-stash tweezers
Love the comfort of my soft curves
Make way for me (and my hips)
Cuz I’m coming
into the me that was always there
Hidden beneath myself
Insecurities
I find the me
Born this way
***
I wrote and published this poem on Aspiring Mama just around this time last year. I thought now was a good time to remind myself of what I saw then. I hope you are reminded of something beautiful when you glance at your own reflection, as well. Our daughters are counting on it.
Loved your poem. Very inspiring. Have a great week
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What a beautiful and honest poem! It is so hard to be comfortable in your own skin sometimes. Writing is a good way to find it I have found. Have a blessed week.
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moved beyond words…
Hugs, dear lady. And much love, too.
Great poem, you are such a good writer. I love reading your blog!
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Sarah, thank you for the compliment!
I remember reading this before and I love it. I need to remember and share the part – “Doesn’t matter what I see, What matters is, How she sees I see me” – because it’s absolutely positively true.
Thank you for sharing this again.
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That’s the motivator for the entire poem. Thank you, Julie.