Belly.
Tummy.
Stomach.
Gut.
Where my favorite foods descend and pleasure ascends me.
Stretch marks rise,
But ignore my ignore my despise.
They are home,
Belly or not.
Protruding out of my tight jeans,
Thighs thick and all,
Stomach never flat,
But confidence standing tall.
Shirts cropped and cut off,
Showing you to the world.
Smiling in the faces of laughter,
Crying nonexistent.
Smiles and giggles,
Flexing a waist that pushes a little past 29 inches.
But belly and all,
Loving myself never fails.
Belly and all,
Thighs and all,
More beautiful than ever.
The sun shines just for me,
And I know,
I know,
This love for me never fails.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoesiaA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
