This body…
I’m so grateful to look at you. The way those soft hairs on your thigh show in the sunlight. Those silvery stretched skin marks that line your inner thighs, I can feel their indentions as I caress them. I remember this moment, I learned a lot, about men and what type of control they can have on me. This circular scar that almost seemingly puckers and sits so matter of factory at the middle of that thigh… ugh. Dude, you don’t shave enough? Well what’s enough? I’ve never asked anyone how often they shave…. I just don’t care. Merp, no, yes I do. I don’t want to be a mess… but I will say this, body, you have done me the greatest honor of serving me thus far. You’ve taken every scar, from acne to childbirth and all the mistakes I’ve made in between. And you’ve amazed me. I love you. You’ve done so good and worked so fucking hard. I will protect you. But wear these truths outloud. Clumsy bitch, yes. I’m sorry! But every bump, bruise, scar, this is history, and so many more are to come. Thank you God for a body made just for me. Let me show you what I have done with it. It’s amazing.














