Beautiful Body

Beautiful Body

My body isn’t beautiful

Because it’s 5’11” and 35-22-35

Or even 5’11” and size 10

My body isn’t beautiful

Because it only wears 21 years

Or because it’s free of scars

And extra flesh

My body isn’t beautiful

Because of what flashes past on

The Silver Screen

Tested and molested and ogled and analyzed

By those that count themselves powerful

And Important.

My body is beautiful

Because it is strong enough to climb mountains

Give life, bear scars, feel pain

Yet walk on.

My body is beautiful

Because with its eyes I have seen wonders,

with its feet walked city streets, and run countless miles

With its arms

Carried heavier loads than I thought I could bear,

Held sweet babies,

Hugged my children,

And Loved my husband.

With its hands

Spoken, held flowers

And served those I love

My body is beautiful

Because with its nose

I have smelled the fragrances

Of my childhood home

Distant lands and simple flowers

My body is beautiful

Because with its mouth I have tasted

The glorious sweet of delicacies,

The bitter and the sour and the spicy.

My body is beautiful

Because it is a gift

From my Maker

To experience this glorious and frightening

And magnificent world.

My body is beautiful

Not because you say so

But because I say so.