Discovering comfort in my own skin...
This body of mine
which has been much, much smaller
and maybe a little bit bigger,
and lots of in between.
which is stout and solid as a rock.
Everything about it is broad.
Broad shoulders, broad ass.
My cottage cheese thighs.
Strong, muscled calves.
These legs have carried me for miles.
I've run endlessly through the Iraqi desert.
Been forced marched through Carolina forests.
Knelt to pray, and play with my baby.
striped with stretch marks,
evidence of the child I bore.
My breasts are large, pendulous.
They nourished my baby.
I comfort my husband, laying his head on my chest.
I've finally realized.
It's mine to call my own.
~The Mad Housewife
The Mad Housewife and Mad Merlot Mama blog at Desperately Seeking Coffee @ http://javainmyveins.blogspot.com/