I've stood here before
More times than I can count
It's not the same this time / Nor the last time
Or the times before that
Yes, the day light changes / The color of my skin lightens and darkens / The dust on the mirror collects
My body changes too / Changes shape
it also moves differently now / But you can't tell that from this picture.
My body grows, and it shrinks / The stretch marks a telling sign of how my body fluctuates
Stretch marks, too many to count / You can't see them, but I do
I'm feeling grateful today. The sun seeps in and highlights my just washed hair
It makes me feel alive / It makes me feel strong
My body changes,
My body takes in the warmth as the heat comes on / My body relaxes, it moves again, a jiggle at times I don't want to embrace
My body is
It simply is
I've said it all before, it's strong, powerful, unique, soft, heavy, squishy, and loved.
It's dimpled and marked, I'm supposed to hate that, but I don't. I don't need to, but others seem to tell me I should.
How could I hate anything on a day like today, when the sun shines and my body moves. When the air is crisp and I'm wearing shades of red.
I've felt so many things in the reflection of this mirror. So many awful, horrible things. So many joyful and happy things. So much satisfaction and dissatisfaction.
I've felt the touch of a mans lips as he pulls me closer. I've heard him breathe heavier as he feels my soft skin, marked, dimpled, and heavy. He kept pulling me closer.
I've seen him watch me move. He pulled me closer. I've seen him take in the sensuality I possess about my body, my mind, my soul. I've seen him want to experience it. Be given the gift of how sexy I feel. He walks towards me. He pulls me closer.
There are so many memories of intimacy in the reflection of this mirror. The intimacy of friendship, of self love, of discouragement, and relationships.
Moments, memories, photographs.
I've stood here before.
It's never the same.