when
my belly was flat
i did not love my body
more foe than friend
she endured my judgment with
very little backlash
i pushed her too hard
complained too frequently
told her repeatedly she was not
good
enough
for me
when
my belly was flat
i did not love my body
starving then gorging then drinking
past indulgence she’d wake
angry and hurting and pained
abused still she carried me
onward across stages and aisles
up mountains and through valleys
not once did she rebel or
complain
when
my belly was flat
I did not love my body
now my belly is round and wide
she spreads out over the girth of
my lap and jiggles when i laugh
i seem to always be laughing
she interrupts me when i
bend to tie my shoe demanding that
i linger a while longer and be
still
now my belly is
round and wide
she spreads over the girth of
my lap and jiggles when i laugh
i am almost always laughing
when my foot steps left she
sways right and when i find myself
running she takes up the challenge
daily I say
thank
you
my belly is
no longer flat perhaps
she’ll never be what she was
again who knows nearly
5 decades of living have taken
a toll that this body has paid
nearly without complaint
and today
I
Love
Her
Completely.
#thisisapoem