She stood staring at herself in the mirror,
Wearing a silk robe,
The material cuddling her chocolate figure,
Tagging at the belt she loosened the robe,
Gently dropping it to the ground taking a step forward to be free of it.
Still staring at the mirror yet now bald,
She began to analyse her body,
Her hands reaching up into her short coiled hair,
A TWA is what they call it.
She calmly moves her hands over her pronounced forehead,
Thick, not your typical shape eyebrows sitting on top her glimmering eyes,
Her big brow eyes staring back at her,
The type of eyes that pull you in,
Lashes a shiny luxurious black..curled as if she had used a curler.
A pronounced nose,
Thick lips, well outlined something like in the drawings of perfect lips.
She then caresses her ears that she always felt were quite small,
Down to her neck..not as lengthy as she’d like,
The deep of her collar bone enough to hold water,
Her shoulders broader that what she liked on a woman,
Her bosom full but not quite symmetrical,
The root of her body image issues.
She paused…eyes fixed on the one part she loathed,
She mutters under her breath ‘if only they were perfect.’
A tear drops..eyes shut she continues,
She moves her hands with great difficulty,
Placing them gently on her abdomen,
She has a love hate relationship with this area,
She loved her ever flat tummy,
But hated her forever there ‘love handles’.
She slowly continues down to her..her scar so clear,
She smiled at the thought of a memory.
Slightly turning to view her derrière,
A round printed behind,
Prints like a tiger..the beauty of it all,
She adores and embraces her stretch marks,
She carries quite a heavy load.
Hips wide like her mother…she loves that,
Thick strong thighs with a cinnamon glow,
Her calves outstanding,
Her feet dainty yet steady.
Resting her palms that she feels quite big over her chest,
Her love for her fingers indescribable.
One final glimpse of her full body,
She falls in love everyday with who she is despite her imperfections,
She’s perfectly imperfect and imperfectly perfect…if that makes sense.
She grows to love her body as a whole day by day…
Her essence lies within her.