I'm searching my archives for a project and found this. I needed the reminder. Maybe you do, too. I hope you are reminded of something beautiful when you glance at your own reflection. Our daughters are counting on it.
Kinky hair.
Olive skin.
Big brown eyes.
Full set
of
lips.
Mascara?
No
thank
you.
Tweezers? Yes, please.
Eyebrows gettin’ crazy.
Lady-stash?
Pluck
off.
Crooked smile.
Baby teeth.
Triple D’s.
Holy hips.
Hour glass curves
softened
by
motherhood
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)
Doesn’t matter what I see.
What does is how she sees
I
see
me.
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