Kinky hairOlive 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
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.