I wrote this back in December of 2013 in response to a really shitty thing a boyfriend said to me one day at the beach. It was the last time I went to the beach. But fuck that. Beach bound, I am. It's taken 3 years to overcome the pain and hurt (because prior to his hurtful words I had never thought of myself as anything other than beautiful - he sort of shook me up with his impression of me)... but now I am healed. Now I share with the world. Once again, I see me. It is a beautiful freedom not to care how others see you physically. There is too much to do and see and experience in the world so I choose to do it with abandon and love for myself. All of me. Every. Last. Inch.
A big thank you to my daughter who encouraged me to post this poem today.
You will never see me
As I see me.
You see fat.
I see strength.
I see perseverance.
I see beauty.
You see a back with rolls.
I see a back that has weathered storms over years of hardship.
You see shoulders that are slumped.
I see shoulders that have carried the weight of the world.
You see arms with flab.
I see arms that hold with steadfast love.
You see a gut with stretch marks.
I see a stomach that bore the soul of a precious child.
You want this body hidden behind the cloak of darkness.
I want this body to feel the warmth of the sun on it's bare skin.
I want this body to feel the gentle caress of love.
I want this body to dance freely in the ocean waves.
I want to be seen.
For me.
For who I am and who this body represents.
A woman who has the strength to raise a child alone.
A woman who has the perseverance to move forward in life when the odds were stacked up against her.
A woman who looks beyond the surface and sees the goodness in others no matter how hidden.
A woman who can appreciate the beauty around her - including the beauty in herself.
I see me.
I'm glad you went back to the beach. Too pretty a thing to lose to an ugly comment.
ReplyDeleteAww...thank you very much.
DeleteI realized shortly after the ugly comment that the ex was not commenting about me, really...he was commenting about his own insecurities. I was sad for him (for a moment) because he spent his entire life perfecting his facade to cover the ugliness he carried inside. Beauty comes in all forms, but when there is beauty inside a person's soul it can't help but shine on the outside as well.
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