Always Been Enough
Sometimes the earth moves when I walk
and you act like I should be ashamed
that my body can cause such a thing.
Sometimes my body takes up space
a lot of space
In shapes of curves and rounded circles.
I was taught to be proud of what this life and my mother gave me.
I was taught to love my skin, the skin that has covered me even when I felt weak
the skin that has expanded because it thought we were about to create a life
but actually it was just a little Taco Bell.
The skin that has seen me crying at my lightest and laughing at my heaviest.
The skin that knows how to grow a freckle or two after a day out in the sun.
The skin that I hope to live long enough to see wrinkled.
The skin I have bruised, cut, scraped
The skin I have mended, loved, and nurtured
The skin that someone out there tells me I need to fix
The skin that ain’t going anywhere anytime soon
I love you, earth moving body
I adore you, strong thighs
Stretch marks you are the icing on a cake I am finally letting myself enjoy
Mouth that shape shifts all day long,
sing the praises of a body scorned
and a love I have found through the fire.
My eyes that look to others to be fed,
look at my body and know it is enough.
It has always been enough.
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I have so much love for this one.
DAMN, I love this! It has always been enough. Beautiful!
Nice! That Taco Bell line is too funny. Great descriptions and excellent energy rising in this poem.
Oh that I had read this fifty years ago!