What She Sees

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 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.