Hello.
I am human.
Yes.
I am a woman.
Hey.
My breast do not measure the cups on the cover of your magazine.
Yes.
They are imperfectly spaced, and darker in tones.
Hello
I am 19 and I don't have my life all together.
Yes.
I have dreams and goals, because Rome wasn't built within a day.
Hey.
I have birthmark on my right arm.
Yes.
Birthmark not blemish.
Hello.
Sometimes my legs are not as hairless as the girls you see on the beach in 90210.
Yes.
I'm the messiest mess you've ever met.
Hey.
I have straight marks that kiss my hip and meet all the way to between my thunder thighs.
Yes.
Thunder thighs, because a Goddess is always announced when walking in.
Hello.
I have a very short cut that frames the magical curves of my face.
Yes.
I feel more sexier then I ever have, with my femininity more intact then before.
Hey.
My tummy bounces when I jump, and I love to see it ji-g-g-le
Yes.
My tummy has moves and I love drawing faces pretending to eat with my beautiful belly button.
....
My sweet truth you see is what I want it to be.
With me I am a gem lost at sea, neither bounded nor screened.
I am a woman.
I will not be chained up and shacked because of the vibrations my sexiness makes.
I am bound to this.
Truth: I am woman, a Goddess.
And when you see my thunder thighs, my bouncing tummy, my birthmark or my two tones lips. Realize that I am so fucking happy being happy, I won't allow ignorance to show in my radiantness.
