Bella
I take off my jeans and get a look at my skin…
I kiss my shoulder blades, caress my thighs, and sink my nails into the flesh at my sides…
Beautiful handles, and marks that I call battle wounds
Vanity relinquished by my own flaws, because beauty is something greater that invites me…
Blemishes cover my body like water paints the earth
I dive In and out of new shades from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head
I am new and old all over…
On my left thigh, right under my hip, sits a tiny black mole, surrounded by other scars
But aren’t I still gorgeous?
Pretty almond shaped eyes, with dark circles underneath, without makeup I am exposed and free
And self worthy endless and effortlessly
I am ultimate…
My eyebrows make Mt. Everest tremble at my peak…
Size eight and ½ feet walking on imagined silk, all painted pretty in pink.
I reveal uneven teeth when I smile big and wide, and a gap in the middle
I laugh at what used to be abs and realize that late night pizza makes me expand a little..
I am still flawless
Every imperfection is uniquely my own and I would not have it any other way….
When I go home, I peel off my face...
One layer at a time
Take off hair that was never mine
Sign freedom papers to clothes that have enslaved me, unclasp my bra to give my girls liberty…
I am simply a woman…
Inside her flaws, and loving them all
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